Cost Of Baby Lock Grace

Seven stars fall


Athens - 340 BC Shortly after dawn
Until then the young man was considered a bit 'late, but basically harmless. Many will be in proximity to their homes, gave him food and allowed him to play with kids because he, after all, saw only a child that fate had given the appearance of a man. Had long been left without family and lived and slept where he could.
Yet that morning all that was for sure gave him. To kill the girl. A cut her throat. A smashing his skull.
And what had brought him to the corpse with his desperate cries, had been interpreted as an outright admission of guilt. Alcippo, so called, was now held fast to his arms and legs and the man who was preparing to Serviglio the same fate as his victim was Clitoria, the girl's father, a man so influential and important to find natural take the law itself , on the spot.
around him and his slaves who were holding firm Alcippo, had gathered a large group of people. The news had spread quickly, too quickly. Everyone was waiting, thesis, Clitoria the blow, the silence that weighed on the scene was broken only by sobs that Alcippo like an animal caught in a trap he complained, asked for mercy.
"You're an idiot." Suddenly said a nasal voice, almost shrill, sometimes nasty and it was as if a thunderbolt had fallen upon them suddenly, Clitoria's eyes were bloodshot and certainly if c ' someone was foolish enough to take up the defense of the murderer, he would not hesitate to retaliate on him.
"Who are you!" Clitoria roared in response and had only sudden exclamations of pain for four or five people, hit in the shin, which began to hop on one leg, now on the hour. Clear their embarrassment that ballet inappropriate, but because many of them still continued to be hit once, twice, thrice.
"I said, you're an idiot." Was heard again and finally came out who was getting off in that special way. In the presence of Clitoria came a small figure, thin, barefoot, wrapped in a cloak dirt in which they were entangled twigs and dry leaves. He walked slowly, leaning on a gnarled stick, higher than any of his person, the same he used to smite those who stood before him and move on. At the end drew a smile and still irritating as all things in him, out of place. Only it was not a fool.
was Diogenes.
Many recognized him, but by throwing glances, piercing, but as distracted, we felt that Diogenes, however, knew them all. He clicked his tongue and that sound as if he's brought back from another world in which they were caught smoking in a dream, they saw that there, gathered around the scene of pity, there were all the most eminent men of Athens.
"In a crevice of the rock and thorns." Diogenes said completing the thoughts now and fix them carefully, squinting as if between him and them he had lifted a veil of mist.
"Who has called you? Who was not warned and did not come? Those who were not at all? And maybe you came anyway? Or perhaps you are aware of certain lizards that are very tasty here? "No one knew what to say, but a groan of all Alcippo back to the blade of Clitoria, even against his throat. But no more: he probably had to be realized in the presence of so many of his peers and fellow citizens actually or potentially his opponents.
None of them expected to become nothing but the corpses of three and two murders and to deal with the second, Clitoria, process, perhaps for treason, and to confiscate his property, exile, destroying it. Diogenes thought It is these considerations that they were welcome to do so. The political calculation had the better of the parent and his revenge.
"He killed my daughter." Was all he could say Clitoria
Diogenes smiled at him as more conciliatory and peaceful that could:
"Oh ... but if you really did, you would not be an idiot and instead you are. So may not have killed anyone. My demonstration will convince you? "
A murmur of the bystanders pointed out the extremely offended, as if to encourage this in Clitoria to repair even with blood.
"You would not be able to say even when you saw your daughter the last time." Blew
Diogenes "Instead they are. Before the sunset. Output must be hidden during the night. "
Diogenes seemed more interested in something under their nails, rubbed on the coat:" To meet him? "Said indicating Alcippo. Other
murmur, all had taken the suggestion that there was, and how, in the application of Diogenes.
"What?" Clitoria said, but he silenced the look back in the same direction as the philosopher, who only now saw the corpse of the girl. Could have been wonderful to be alive or may not be, but what he saw now was a mask of fear and death, blood and hair still stuck against the skin and blood on his clothes. The skull was smashed even as you do with an animal. Crushed, broken again and again and along with it part of the face beyond recognition just like that.
"From the morning of yesterday and until recently, when passing through here when we found the body, poor Alcippo was always with me." His voice had a dark shade, maybe no one noticed.
"You want to make myself understood to have been with him all night?"
"We walked a long time. I sent you to call emergency. "Alcippo that had hitherto been whining and crying, now Diogenes looked incredulous, astonished by what seemed to understand.
"And what would you do with someone like you him? "
" I talked with the smartest man in Athens of course. You would all have much to learn from him and since you are all so easy to jump to another's throats, you'd better ask if by chance there is a hit among the party a jug of wine and another. Time: Take these unfortunate Clitoria and you know that I respect your pain even if you're an idiot ... but in the meantime it looks out for your daughter who was supposed to meet in the middle of the night and if you have not the murderess, someone who might have seen him. But please, do not cut his throat before averglielo asked. Go!
There was a moment of loss, then ordered Clitoria Alcippo was left free the slaves and pushed him off in the wrong way, causing damage to the ground a few steps further. Dented better than dead, he thought Diogenes. Clitoria raised his daughter as a grisly trophy, he wanted to bring it in person, driving the sad procession began to move slowly towards the city. Left alone, Alcippo fell at his feet weeping, incoherent words of Diogenes who wanted to be grateful.
"As ... - Said the philosopher doing raise - .. it was fortunate that I Bazzichi always here. "Alcippo began to fix it and not repeat ... no ...
"I know that you were not with me, I lied, but I know equally well that you would not hurt anyone ... I can still recognize the cries of the innocent ... now how about you help me to catch some of those lizards which I said before? "
during the day
The death of Eudoxia, daughter of Clitoria, was one of the main topics of conversation throughout the city, for days rather not talk on the other. Diogenes, that every ray of sunshine was looking for a comfortable corner to relax, hear everything from gossip to whisper the word suppressed, leaving the sentence in half. Everyone, he thought, they always talk too much and inappropriately. It was thus that he learned how the body of Eudoxia there were oddly shaped scar that ran down the left side, looking strangely flattened and curved that they could remember of the eyes or the leaves. Chewing a root of a bitter very pleasant and stimulating, Diogenes wondered if it was true then. For a few days
thought no more of those facts, until, while waiting in a secluded place that a head of garlic cuocesse very well under the ashes, he was joined by Clitoria. Decked out with all the trappings of his wealth and his position. He checked the garlic ready. He sat down and devoted himself to eat without paying attention to his visitor. What seemed annoyed.
"Diogenes," said he
The burp of Diogenes was long and sound. Clitoria sighed and hoping no one saw him, he sat down beside him on the ground and waited.
"now. - Diogenes said after a moment - then, What do you want? "
" I want the truth! "
" That big word! What do you know you the truth? The truth as I breathe out fragrance of garlic and garlic you, so far, I've always avoided. "
" I need your help ... I can give you everything you want in return! "Diogenes
bit into the last piece of garlic and chewed it a long time, then swallowed with evident satisfaction. Patience began to run out of Clitoria.
"Then you need to Aristotle! - Finally ruled the philosopher as after a long and difficult discussion - I've heard that it intends to put down roots here in Athens ... buy him a palace ... two ... or maybe costruiscigli a temple, but no inputs, so he can spend eternity to wonder what's inside and if there is then really didentro. "
" Diogenes, you say things that do not understand ... "In response to the philosopher raised his eyes to the sky, the weather was nice and relaxed. Clitoria sighed.
"Help for what?" He asked finally
"To find out who killed Eudoxia."
"Why come to me?"
"They found another young man ... like her ... "
" You did not answer my question. "
A moment of silence. Clitoria then said something unintelligible, such as cough, a grunt, a gasp from drowning, not words.
"How?" Have you swallowed a bug or something? "
" Aristotle recommended it to me. "He said, seriously, expecting an outburst of Diogenes, the kind that was popular.
Instead: "And what he would say exactly?"
"He said that if this crime is in the middle of someone powerful or protected by powerful, Diogenes is the only man in Athens who will not hesitate to bite him shins. .. "
" Anything else? "
" What everybody in this town enjoys some favor, but there is a favor that can be Diogenes. "
The philosopher smiled:" This then ... "and turned over covered her over the head with his cloak. Clitoria stood up, perhaps their conversation was fake there. Diogenes
yawned, almost a bark:
"I've heard of strange scars on the body of your daughter, right?"
"It is."
"And the young man?"
"too."
"Bring the body into a safe place and let no-one comes close. Then send someone to call me. Now I want to sleep. "
" Thanks. "Clitoria said, but Diogenes of taste was already asleep, snoring.
evening and night
Some time later, Diogenes was awakened by a slave who left from Clitoria and in his heart he was glad to be in better terms than the bundle of rags under his eyes and he was animated and had found that it had head and legs and be a man. The corpse had been laid in the house of Clitoria, Diogenes felt the pain and the smell of tears that his mother and sisters of Eudoxia had not had time to dry before a second death did them a visit. As if now was a habit left, there were too young to watch. He watched the famous scars and were in fact as if she had figured. Asked who was the victim. Son of a man too wealthy and influential.
"It was that Eudoxia was to meet with him?"
"I do not know. Certainly knew each other. For the rest I questioned everyone and I have not dug anything. "
" And your other daughter? "
" What do you mean? "
" Those signs, Eudoxia received them and I think his will when he was still alive. We also have your other daughters? "
" No! "Dry, irritated
" I should check ... "sighed Diogenes already turning to them that frightened huddled against each other
Clitoria him stood before him "He has already done ... you do not need their mother."
"When it's so ... please forgive me and know that these deaths indignation and repulsion. If I could somehow help soothe your pain, I will devote all myself. "Sometimes the figure of Diogenes, from a small and bizarre, could mysteriously become erect and noble, and his voice often scratchy, deep and authoritative. The women were caught in silent awe and then leave in silence with a wave of Clitoria.
"Have you ever seen anything like this?"
"No. - Diogenes answered - but there is no doubt that when we are able to decipher the meaning of these signs, we will hold the key to this matter. "
" What will you do now? "
" First I will talk to the boy's father. "
Clitoria escorted him out, but before they could leave, they were joined by a slave to the great white fright, unable to speak if not grand gestures excitedly.
"made it clear! - Shouted, shaking him violently by the arm Clitoria - Dove? "The slave of the house pointed to another entrance that opens into a lush garden and small was perfectly the idea of \u200b\u200bthe opulence of his master. They ran, but to no avail, because Alcippo would not go anywhere. He, too, with his throat cut and the signs on the body, almost similar to the other except for the blood that still flowed, making them look vibrant, red-hot.
Diogenes remarked that they had struck on the head and face. Perhaps the person responsible, if indeed one, had not had the time.
"By the gods, that's going on!?" Clitoria exploded.
"The death advances ... - Diogenes murmured - Advance ... "

Dionicio was the father of the young Timna, the second victim. Dionicio Diogenes was received with dignity and showed great respect for him. They spoke in a garden, lush as that of Clitoria, but much smaller, perhaps created to private conversations, hidden by dense hedges. Dionicio was known as a man of strict morals and in fact showed that they dress, the absence of any purely decorative in his home. He had never wanted to own slaves and servants was merely an old woman who was has been the nanny of his wife and his personal servant, both loyalists. He had been a long long way from Athens and only recently had returned to settle in the city. Diogenes could also prove the estimate to him, if he had not known - he knew - that money does not run in Athens where a party was not already committed itself to Dionicio, that he had armed more than a friend who is an enemy army and War had obtained its immense wealth, that he was a usurer, blackmailer, corrupt and corrupting and that more than his opponent had been taken away. Never certain of his hand, but always at his command.
He said then: "You have ordered the murder of the daughter of Clitoria? He retaliated by killing your son and then for both tirarvene out you killed the poor Alcippo to believe that the first two victims were random? You already have combined things like that or am I wrong? "
Dionicio did not answer immediately, if his eyes were red with sorrow for the death of his son, born with immense dignity, Diogenes did not know. Dionicio
sighed and said, in a grave voice: "It was a different man than that. I no longer. I know what I have done in the past. But there I would do anything, ever again, for all the gold in the world. "
" What are those scars on the body of your son? You would not ever notice them. "
were left standing, almost staggering tried Dionicio a stone bench and slumped there.
"I am the last of my mistakes ... but I can not tell you more ... I can not ... even under threat of death. I still have my wife to protect. And the spirit of my son to be preserved. "
" What do you mean? "

Silence" Can you at least tell me what, exactly? Eyes? Perhaps leaves? "
" The End ... "and something fell on Dionicio, like a dark hand that pours out to a body still alive, the cold fear of death. Diogenes went away, Dionicio would not have ruined the sleep or prevented from enjoying the mild night. He walked a bit, 'until a view framed between two trees not teased him so much that he decided to coricarvisi, on nights like that any shelter would have seemed a sacrilege. The full moon was her mantle, and those points of light in the dark the best entertainment to sleep because of Diogenes that nothing leaves nothing and takes up where the Fortune has no power. Free, Diogenes contemplated the sky and the blessed light of the stars ... bright eyes ... surrounded by an immaculate glow in the dark as you draw ... it was then that he yelled. And the only answer was a dog barking in the distance.
Stars. They are stars. Seven Stars.
sprang up because the road was long and perhaps it was also his research. At night, there was many other people whose favorite entertainment.

What he realized he did not like at all. He had stopped a bit 'of people on the street and got his directions so he knew where to find it. It would have done without, but in his being involved in that story, had a decisive part. Finally arrived in Piraeus. Taverns and brothels of Athens is full, but not him, for certain liberties had to get back among the sailors and foreigners, between the scum that was shown for what it was and the great men who love the trivial, incognito. Did not fit into either category, however. He went around asking for brothels and if necessary to prove the strength of his stick on the head of some drunk from the senses numb. Eventually he was given a recess between the carcass of a ship scrapping, and a pile of rope that odor of dead water. She saw him only from behind, it was clear what he was doing.
better.
fled to him.
He was playing like a child with a splash of his urine, but when he noticed the presence of the other busy in the same firm, despite the situation, tried to keep himself in countenance. Diogenes looked sideways at him in the moonlight. He knew everything there was to know about him and often wondered what game play with all the fixers who ruled Athens and had been irretrievably lost. To them he was not a man capable and knowledgeable, but the wood in which the survivor clings desperately grateful, but that does not hesitate to crash once safely to shore.
Diogenes was much higher and had half his age. From time had adopted Greek customs is not as certain of his hats and gaudy gold jewelry in the ears and nose, which now glistened in the moonlight. Her hair was very long and no beard. But despite everything, despite the place smelled better than his.
"Aristotle You know, you smell better than mine." He said, sniffing, the other turned, I nearly urinated on the feet of Diogenes.
"If I could be Diogenes, I willingly accept a worse."
replied, "Do not flatter them that does not stick." Grinned, but perhaps - perhaps - was flattered
"You're not here by accident." was not a question.
"Meet the lands in which it was Dionicio." Nor was this the
"Just what I was told and what I told him, obviously."
He finished: "Tonight I will accept the wine and you talk." He said Diogenes
"He's fine." and proceeded.
Aristotle? "
" Tell me. "
" Put it back inside. "
" Oh. "Diogenes
sat outside the brothel, Aristotle returned shortly with the wine.
"It is a land far away. - Principle - Where imposing name of a river Ganga or Ganges, I'm not sure, and the vegetation is impenetrable. Worship of other than Greek, and there are magnificent lords who rule the classrooms of huge tall buildings to the sky and completely and finely carved. "Diogenes listened at all fascinated by this part of the story
" abound magnificent gold and gems ... - Aristotle continued - ... but also riots and barbaric rites, some of the oldest of the oldest ... and one of them is incorporated Dionicio. I do not know why he has gone that far, but the fact is, he told me that none of us has ever met the gods ... "
" Well? "
" The worshipers of this But God, preached that he was among them and went with them, everyone could see it if only it were prostrate, humiliated in front of him ... in exchange he would receive all wealth and power over all affairs of men ... and eternal life ... external worlds from which he came. "
" The seven stars? "
Aristotle nodded:" According to their predictions, seven stars fall to earth and destroy the world and only the worshipers of God will be saved ... "
" But ... "
" But Dionicio is Dionicio, stole their treasures, he murdered the priests and escaped. "Diogenes
burst into loud laughter:
" And they are come back for revenge? That's what I want to understand? "
" Things do not always occur in the right order. You need to have the parties according to their order. "
" Dionicio has been misled by this cult ... - Diogenes resumed, shaking his head - and if he was drunk ... maybe he saw this god as well, but why kill the daughter of Clitoria and your son! And the poor Alcippo! But most of all ... - And here pointing a stick - Why do you want me to make accusations that dare not speak? "
" And why would not dare utter? "
" Why did not you come and Athenian accused of having relations with foreigners doubt that's why ... worship from distant lands, the first half to go there you would be ... but then tell me who I blame and get it over with ... then with what evidence? "
" Clitoria Dionicio or it may be, do you think any of them will be worse? They're both the same side. "Aristotle and the wine was finished he got up, imitated by Diogenes.
neither of them would say anything. Aristotle took leave and when he had gone a few steps, Diogenes thought to call it and say something, but the words stopped in his throat. He felt dry.
and mouth mixed.
Sleep would have been sadder
shortly after dawn and Dionicio Clitoria
He found exactly where he thought them to be. In the place where he was killed Eudoxia. His visit was not expected and read it to him in the face. They would not have wanted to be found together. Above all there.
"I hope you are really changed Dionicio ... - Diogenes said - ... and that your child is the last person that you have as enmeshed with the cult in which, in turn, involved the daughter of Clitoria. Correct what I said yesterday: Clitoria killed Eudoxia because you met Timna and Dionicio Timne you killed because you hold him responsible for the deaths of Eudoxia ... you're always in these cruel intentions your new ... Everyone has killed his own son. Then you began to try to act in advance to fall over each other to blame for both murders. Clitoria has been put ahead by Alcippo find the corpse of his house. Anyone would have been fine, but a weakness was better. For you, the weak are always better. For me no and that execution was a rustic comedy staged only for myself. Then you go to both Aristotle and he sent you to me. But only you came Clitoria, because you have no remorse for what you did ... I think that instead Dionicio is arranging things to commit suicide. "
" It is. "Dionicio admitted. Clitoria
's face did not express anything.
"And now that the truth is known, what should we do? Have you already decided your conviction and your salvation. And I have no evidence against any of you two. "
" What do you want then? Cause a scandal? "He said finally Clitoria, but did not have time to listen to the answer of Diogenes because, taking advantage of the distraction offered by the philosopher, Dionicio slipped behind him and with the knife he kept hidden under his tunic, with lethal precision, cut off the throat.
Diogenes stood petrified and the beating of his heart stopped for a moment, the thud of the falling body of Clitoria, dropped to the ground. And he was still unable to move when, in the same place where it was found Eudoxia, Dionicio sat down and practiced two long and deep incisions in the wrist: "There is no place for Diogenes in the affairs of men. - He said - You saved an innocent man by the same hands who then killed him anyway, did you accuse a man who has already decided to punish himself alone and that in turn has done justice staining of another fault ... Diogenes goes away, back to your roots and your dog banquet. Go Away! "Then completely forgot about him and closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, waiting for death.
"Death moves forward." Diogenes murmured, turning toward the city.

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TRAVEL DIARY - A MODENA MUYEYE -

Friday, 26/02/2010 at 14.00

Floor invade the service center for volunteering to Modena, home of the social point-we 14 Modena, the 3 girls of Imola and many friends to say goodbye ..
Finally we go! The weather is beautiful, everyone laugh, this project has involved many people, so much energy. Let's go in Africa
la la la ...
14.30 ... we sit in a circle in the meeting room, large but too small to hold us and our emotions, the Vale Points: guess your pass phrase, a t-shirt for each traveler Modena . "Where's my phone?" For Tilde, "if I wake arrival" Angel gets up ... "Yes yes yes no no no" Patty smiles. "Vibra join social joint .. in Tanzania, "laughs the perp and the" King of Gossip "Luca. "What do you think of sunflowers? We ask for Emanuele and "is always the fault of Bruno" for him of course, Bruno. "I want you for one hour (this time really leaves you ..)" for psicologona the group, Michi, and "everyone has a mentor who deserves" for the small Vale trainee to Social Point. "You are peaceful and do not break ever ..." slogan for respective Point and Manu ... the sentence longer and designed for the great Gilberto "Part A Walk Along Zuzzurellando emotions and are not afraid" to ... which is "we've broken the bongos for Alle .. and the mythical Maurino that "national Nanni goes global" because Carlo "Radio Free not so freely is actually a dictatorship." And Marco, who no longer wants to go, "We will miss you" on his jersey ... and we'll take him with us, in our hearts as we all friends now greet .. Now, let's start at 14.45 with three coaches led by Giuliano, Lucio and David welcome you to Verona, where some friends of the Day Centre by P. Harris to greet us. Only then unroll the banner "do together" and we gather with Parma, Bologna, Imola behind him.
Son and the plane gets up at 19.00 ... We're going la la la .... But that laughter, Charles argues that it is quiet in a very long and stressful journey, and is a little 'a dictatorship because you have to stand still .. has not been silent for a moment.
at 22.45 flying over the Sahara and the Vale curses for jeans soiled with chocolate Emanuele, The Patty walk through the air, the perp drank 2 beers and Bruno clings to the seat. The Tilde apostille "are too many in here and you can not sleep ... we are in trouble we're in trouble ..." in fact, who would have said that we were on the flight to Africa for Muyeye. All quiet and serene, happy to be together ... but it will be nice to never sleep so why then are out there - 40 ° C and is warm in here crazy.
But the trip is passing and we're finally landing in Mombasa ... Charles broke the silence "Ciambellini otitis me coming back!" And they all laugh until you cried: are this Saturday, 27/02/2010


... ... How many thoughts crowd How we will we? What are you waiting for the village? Failure to meet their poverty, to live without too ill be there?
... The fear of flying, for some, the first flight, the fear of how it will be Africa, eating insects ... if we will be able to sustain the anxiety, the concerns of some of
us ... ... After a flight of eight hours and several hours in a rickety bus we could touch our fears, our expectations .. The dawn that illuminates
Mombasa, the journey by bus from the dirt roads, africa .. the race in front of our eyes, already awake at 4 am: entire streets occupied by vendors of fruit, objects, people running, people pulling carts, kids yelling hello there ... the heat ... you start to feel overwhelming. We passed through several villages between Mombasa and Malindi: their damaged facades, roofs thatched rickety, the walls often devoured by a thick vegetation .. sometimes in obvious lack of collection services, many waste accumulate in the streets, drawing armies of flies, insects, and poor people in search of food .. A
"Jambo!" Awakens us from our thoughts .. We arrived at the hotel where we were welcomed with great enthusiasm and where it slowly - pole pole - we arranged .. After we rested
spend the afternoon in the streets of the old town .. all who follow you trying to sell you something or convince you to follow ... a little 'lost we rely to a young boy who led us through the streets of Malindi. ...
every corner shop, necklaces, combs, fruits, purses, sandals, eat pancakes, african pizza, chapatis, .... Fruit beautiful and colorful. In many
they spoke in Italian, small phrases, learn here and there ... hello, how are you? Flour? You give me money? safari? ... A smile does not fill the belly, not feeds but we had promised ourselves: we do not give anything to anyone if not triggered the riot.
Here and electricity cables, but hard to understand if the "houses" next to it .. not to mention benefitting water. On either side of the road where several small fountains in line to wash, kids playing soccer, sellers, ...
The Patty gets emotional here is amazing seeing people there is the reality of things.
Sunday, 28/02/2010

We had a planning meeting this week that will see us working every day to the village, on Tuesday (for those who want all day) to the reef, on Thursday, for those who want to safari. Appointments to the village with the whole group will be on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, while the other visits are "free."
The first meeting with the village of Modena us we had this afternoon, when some of us went.
We went through some streets of Malindi, the market, then take a dirt road full of potholes, contrasting with the oleanders on the margins, high, almost to protect the villas of the Italian residing there, and that leads us to Muyeye, the courtyard of our school.
the center of the square in the shadow of a huge baobab two iron signs indicate that we are there too: Itaka and words found.
What a thrill to see it! There really is. A building with five laboratories, a kitchen, a space where we will eat together, the house for the caretaker.
is Sunday, no one is at work and Alex takes us to visit the village and his house. Alex has a young wife of 26 years and three children, then Catholics are in church on Sunday are all ...
An oppressive heat every step you take ... but above all corners draws our attention: huts of mud and cow dung serve as homes , roofs of millet stalks forked straight from timber containing small shops. ... a few brick houses, including that of Alex. Every year during the monsoon season many homes disappear before being rebuilt.
not see old men in the village only so many small children ... and Manfred, the wise Tilde .. certain that the physical appearance has little to do with the actual age: the early ages to live this life, the same Alex, who is 28, seems to have many more ... Alex
leave his family to achieve the other hotel, we ended up with Alex around 14 for a trip to Marafa depression, spectacular. We did it, helping us along, risk of falling, swaying, holding hands across the canyon we are happy to have accomplished together!

Monday, 01/03/2010 7:30
dawn of the Michi, the Vale and Manu are raised to go to buy stamps to stick to the more than 400 postcards to send to all citizens who believed in us!
... The village where we came back this afternoon welcomed us in a totally different way: thousands of children, can not count them, they say 1760, will be .... All who follow you to ask for something a bit .. 'of flour, one euro, a pen ... a boy who has known the perp Sunday brings you a bracelet with the words MAX, a small gift moves us to give the euro the day before ... everyone has a child by the hand, impossible not to at least give him that .. and everyone is enjoying the people ... Patty, a few tears on her face, so sad to see so many children, barefoot, poorly dressed. The Tilde - Manfred who knows the little Thomas.
But this is their life and if you look at them for a while you realize a peace that goes beyond that. That it is difficult to understand but that makes you say that it is a poverty of dignity. Some of us reflect on how certain problems here would go into the background .. Perhaps the anxiety does not exist, perhaps the "Mauri" to emerge from Maurino always gets excited a lot ... At
when signing the register for the Modena group that collects the mayor of the schools "here I found a joy that in Italy there is no" next to his sentence and a thank you, and your signature. Very nice. Past fears, past the stomach ache, anxiety passed. On the one hand ... on the other side of Africa that shows the less we like, what did try to take advantage of those who, like the mayor .. € 200 that requires us to make the snack with all the 1760 children ... and we bought bread and juice at his shop .... Tuesday, 03/02/2010


is the thrill of Manfred - Tilde - which tells us that he had never seen anything so beautiful, the white and the atoll reef full of colorful fish that come at you, a fabulous bathroom with colorful fish that we were close by. ... a beautiful hike, but the attraction Muyeye is way too strong ... so that this afternoon some of us have found
... we have not seen adults in the village ... with his white shirt, the shirt of words found, jeans Alex with young people who work with him, the mayor, the head janitor and the mythical are the only adult with whom we have compared .. eyes of the children are lively and serene, and there is greatness in their simplicity, we think.
Despite everything we were good, the impact with the children school has been positive even if they ask us all the time ... medicine and aid. The meeting with the Muyeye children, who did not want to leave it alone, we had two or three clinging to each hand was once again a strong emotion .. and we left with a promise to meet again tomorrow to eat together.


Wednesday, 03/03/2010 This morning we Modena us a bit 'scattered in Africa ... one of us in Malindi, the Patty has been with the crew to take a gift for Mark, Luke has gone to shopping with Emma and the mayor for 1760 ... While the children were Manuel and Gilberto with the architect, Michael Tilde and have cooked with Joy, the wife of Alex ....
Luca said that he enjoyed himself, who ate and drank the coconut ... then have bought bread, soft drinks, candy, cutlery, plates ...
And Michi '... We had lunch at Muyeye. Reconcile the different ideas and expectations of the groups, referents, from the village and the individual was really hard and probably also the exchange deficit in some places, but the lunch was done and I personally have had the great opportunity to participate in the preparation of lunch and shopping.
Together with Alex, Manuel, Gilberto Tilde and I went to buy flour for polenta, beans, spinach, potatoes and coconuts, which served for our lunch.
E ' been interesting to shop in their stores that do not exactly corrspondono to our concept of the supermarket, are located in a room in the house and on display there are goods in small quantities in contrast to the wide variety (medicines, vegetables, sand, eggs .. .) each way to shop for many people in a village so small, even with the knowledge to have, at least this time, increased revenue, it was embarrassing because during this time we were surrounded by children asking for money and candy and we were buying a quantity of food that's probably a local family consumes in a year in one solution, and of course it was unthinkable to buy something every child, and did not want it. Especially since Emma and Luke were buying, accompanied by the Mayor (in his shop), bread and juice for snack thicket of children. After purchasing
Manuela and Gilberto have reached the architect, we have moved to Alex's mother's house where Alex and his wife to other women of the village and I Tilde we shared a few moments of preparation of the meal.
We clean and cut the spinach, they do not have boards on which to rest and then do a roll of spinach leaves to be cut into tiny pieces with very sharp knives.
I must admit that my good will was much higher than the performance obtained, although the ladies I have watched patiently for my clumsy attempt to imitate them, moreover, that the spinach for them has always seen only in the frozen food department of Coop pace was not so quick with the onion ... but I've gotten much much better.
E 'was great to communicate in different languages, and above all the international language of signs and facial expressions. For me it was a valuable experience because I learned, in part absolute minimum, something about their habits and their lifestyle in a direct comparison with mine. A
Muyeye there is no gas for not cooking on the stove, but on bundles of wood in front of the site surrounded by stone houses. I think this was the part more satisfying because of the day was the time when I had the feeling of a more effective exchange where the confrontation, speaking at length without words, two different worlds, and as this is born a good experience to do together.
For lunch we were joined by the group and here's my point of view is a bit 'changed, we were not ospitatati from the village but by the family of Alex, and it was pretty special being at the table to eat things that just before I clumsily cooked together with their group members to serve as the restaurant by the owners intent to serve and revere, instead of taking part with us at lunch so that we can still share feelings and spare life.
But the most disappointing, however, was that of a snack when the bread and fruit juices were allowed out for us, certainly do not need the afternoon snack, quarreled in front of the kids who are able to get a little 'and teachers who punished them with a stick to fit them back.
At this point I have to admit that I did not right and I left the field.
As a little 'whole group we expected that the snacks were distributed in classes in an atmosphere of relative peace.
I admit that this experience made me reflect on our need to export our habit, snack, in a place where we often do not even have money for lunch and do one-off.
The misunderstanding arose from many factors but certainly also by the fact that another approach can not always ask ourselves how those who can give but also to understand what we can learn and in this case our indelicacy cost is free to any child beatings .

Thursday, 04/03/2010
Rise early, at 4, for some of us: Angelo, the Allies, Patty, Maurino, Bruno, Emmanuel, the Manu, son of the village and some went to the safari .... A huge red bush, and many animals to take your breath away. Friday, 03/05/2010


Last Day .... But Africa does not want to leave ...
quiet morning, Malindi, and afternoon Muyeye .. . There was the village party, football match between local classes, dance competition ... citizens of the world, all at par.
Some of us have a brief recitation of the story of Pinocchio and the excitement grew for the football game ended in a deserved draw 1 - 1.
... and after red colored our region we are back to the hotel, with a little 'in the heart of sadness but certain that it is only a goodbye ..

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"Those who travel without encountering the other, does not travel, you move"

The usual consumption of the airline magazine, browsed casually in a moment of boredom waiting for the imminent landing, I unexpectedly reveals the sense of this journey, just begun this new adventure. A sentence written by an unidentified writer, and that says something like: "Those who travel without encountering the other, does not travel, you move"
This trip was the meeting: the other that is outside us, Our traveling companion, the one already known and recognized and the yet to be discovered, with its differences with its sharpness, with its features that we immediately make it familiar, hostile, or perhaps a friend.
The meeting with the other that is outside us and welcome us into a different reality from ours, which has a different color, a smile disarming, captivating eyes, sometimes distant friends more often, almost never disinterested.
And then meeting with our "other", the inner one, the part that comes out, it appears, in all its cruel, unexpected and unwelcome presence, that one bad, bad, bad, that we thought we had inside, we thought it belonged there and that instead, caused, it is apparent on the surface of our supposed good quality and reassuring.
A blow hot, I say, that this experience has put me in direct comparison with my deep contradictions, with my sense of helplessness in the face of demand simple, direct, immediate children, which is hundreds crowding around us in the village and that the nagging presence could in a few minutes to become intrusive, because legitimate annoying, because it directly to the heart, our heart and the heart of the problem, which is our having too much and they have nothing and be able to handle this contradiction and this injustice in our traditional way, rational and politically correct, that presence that stopped suddenly and returned to be rewarding to be annoying like a fly that we would like him to go alone and we would not be forced to drive, to drive badly, even to crush, not to hear more buzz.
Despite everything, however we managed to "stay there inside ", without exception, and this is a point in our favor, we have not subtracted, we have agreed to be even worse, I decided to draw from this experience the best of positivity, to make valuable luggage for our return, travelers who traveled really. Anna

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front of the school under construction, fareassieme

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March 4, 2010 The crowd - men, women and children can go on Kenyan

With a leap of 7,000 km. On the night we slipped from the mist valley Mombasa airport. When we arrived before dawn, the temperature was 28 °.
During the transfer by bus to Malindi, our destination, a multitude of people moved on foot along the dirt track side in each direction, at a good pace, each to places unknown to us. Almost a silent migration in the frantic traffic of trucks, old cars, buses.
The first impact of "our" school Muyeye had a similar look, here a multitude of children: 1750 students out of 20,000 villagers. Around you, many will go hand in hand, "Hello baba" in Italian asking for your name, are thrilled to be photographed with dignity and softly ask you "candy," "one hundred shillings" and follow you in bunches.
Their clothing indicates a lot poverty.
Next time I will talk about them yet. Jambo!
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...

Dear, to inform you that tomorrow, March 11th, we will at Imola to talk about our African experience with school children.

Accomplice snow, we got rid of all work and other commitments and we will attend, I, Mauritius, Electra and Katie, Fabio reach that part directly by San Giorgio and we will meet with Marisa, who will do the honors .

Bring on the photos of Katie, as they are, without selection, if it were possible to project them.

We'll spend a nice day!

On behalf of the whole group.

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Daniel writes ...

The first feeling I had landed in this land has been a minority, a white dot in a sea of \u200b\u200bblack ...

But emotion is certainly different from what they feel at home.

We are a minority who walks with his head in the midst of these other people who feel in control in a land not his own.

And their way to be accommodating almost confirms the idea of \u200b\u200bour superiority over them ...

No!

Close your eyes and touch a face, you will find that your eyes, a nose, a mouth, not white or black ...

To find out if touched her face is white or black, will depend on the presence or absence of a smile!

Daniela

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The group - how was the experience

The crew that is filming a documentary in the first days brought a moment of confrontation in a group of people who had been chosen as protagonists, involving others who have expressed interest.

Documentary then becomes a moment of formal exchange experiences on the experience and buy a great value for the regional group, which is only partly known and sometimes difficult to coordinate in its entirety.

Therefore, when Margaret, the director, has created the conditions for concomitantly meet again to talk about how, in the end, the experience was gone, the group has accepted this as an opportunity for comprehensive review and not just personal experiences .

work in progress ...
update 'short
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Thoughts Travel

At this moment I am writing from an internet point of Malindi, which is managed by an Italian. The staff and 'Kenya.

The ceiling fan does not reduce the effect of the hot cars of the computer.

the walls, the signs are written in Italian, espresso, there is' written, costs 60 shillings, which correspond approximately to 60 euro cents. A basket full of mangoes and models passe 'computers remember where we are. The heat and humidity 'here and show that' the tropics.

But around are more 'numerous written in Italian rather than those in Swahili. English predominates especially outside the city '.

The tracks are also in the Italian tricolor flag on the shirts of the guides, in large villas by the sea which reduce access to wonderful places. Residents of Malindi are equipped and often include fine Italian and speak it.

Muyeye too there are traces made in Italy. All school buildings shall contain the name of a benefactor, from Rome, Bologna, Siena ... also appears on the shelves with a black marker written. Name, Last Name and City '-Italian-those who have helped to buy it.

The Lord of the security at the resort two days ago told me that there 'really need help and appreciate what we are doing. He Aggie would be nice if we continued to build schools and garantissimo chance ' to attend. It also suggests that open orphanages. When I say that it could also be the responsibility of government services dealing with the conversation back to previous topics, how we are right to come here and do things.

The other day we went to the atoll, and that place 'called' Sardinia 2 ', but there are also' Milan 2 'and' bologna 2 'which are areas of the village of Muyeye.

Perception and the Kenyans' that Italians are wealthy people, and if we compare our lifestyle to that of some parts of the population of this area will probably find that there is good cause 'cause they see us as well' .

attitude often by residents and 'what's required: t shirt' to pen, schillings in general. Dealing with requests that are continuous and not 'easy and especially not' been easy during the first few days here. The first visit to Muyeye found us completely unprepared. The next time some of us decided not to go 'to the village.

After all, the perfect greeting in Italian that we hear everywhere, and the applicant's request for 'candy' reveals the passage of so many who came before us 'armed' bags of sweets and cartons of pens.

All this helps us to reflect on the role that we have here ...

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March 2

Today, unfortunately we can not communicate in the morning due to a problem with internet connection in the area.

We had a nice day at the village where we will tell you.

Attached are some photos of the trip yesterday atoll and thoughts gathered from the books and the writings of travelers.

March 3 and Wednesday 'was a day dedicated to Muyeye, starting from the expenditure made together, continuing to cook the spinach, the potatoes, polenta and beans. We all dined at the home of Alex, our guide and mediator in this adventure, Kenya, E 'was an opportunity to know each other better and make the activities' together.

In the afternoon there should have been the distribution of snacks, but we noted the difficulty 'to move in a sistma we know only in part. Many of the products purchased were placed in the machine of 'mayor' who thought they had bought for us. E 'therefore requested to redistribute all the children.

The meeting with the children 'was now less embarrassing and more' cheerful. Know each other makes it more 'easy to report.

4 Thursday, March

'and a large group' dedicated to the safari to Tsavo East National Park. The early rising at three in the morning to breakfast in the dark were rewarded by the stunning scenery of the savannah.

a warm greeting

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is not always easy to have a connection in Africa, and then publish a text message arrived this morning at 10:02 (Italian time):

"Hello Max,

we have difficulty with the connection.

Today is the last day in the village,

is scheduled in the afternoon a football tournament for primary schools.

And the last wishes.

The group leaves tomorrow morning to return home.

A hug,

Erika. "

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I have seen many new things especially this poverty ' I had thought to find. I consider myself very lucky compared to them. Despite my difficulties' personal belief that to survive they are immense. The living room and 'very wet but the sun and' beautiful, despite my tan before I managed to sunburn. Today is 'a special day for me, I will see' the school and children.

Gianluca

am Alexander, the group of Modena, among the things I've done these last days, Monday 'I went to Muyeye where he is building the school. Yesterday me and 'a wonderful thing happened that I did not think I ever too efirmato a sheet on behalf of the of Modena and then I also gave a thought that can not quite remember, as a thought "here I found a joy that in Italy there nn ', thank you." A person of Bologna has translated into English 'cause I do not know English and preseide EERA very happy and thanked me. For me it 'was an unforgettable moment. Then today we went to the reef, an unforgettable experience, and 'was the first time I swam in the Indian Ocean and I did snorkelling, diving and beautiful I've seen the weights I'd never seen in my life, all colors, I are very idvertito. I know that we are not here on holiday but we're here for school but I'm also having fun. Now I had some problems adsso but I'm gearing.

Alessandro

The heat of the sun, and the infinite shades of blue and sea zzurre, The smile of white Kenyans, the pouring rain, ocean waves., Vitality 'of children from school Muyeye , buy sell contracts, our image reflected in the eyes of the rich who speaks to us, the embarrassment of playing a role in which we do not recognize, kindness, flowers white galleggaino on the resort pool, chimpanzees' of depressiobe Marafa ....

Erika

"Dear fellow travelers, are now four days we have come in Kenya, we make an initial assessment. In

Resort and all 'great, great restaurant, even if the pace is a bit' slow, the room and 'large and welcoming with a kitchen.

It 's fun take a trip to Malindi with the tuk-tuk or on foot, and the cost' at least, the people and 'friendly and do not bother you.

I spent a lovely evening at the Disco Bar with Sandro, was Afro-Cuban music, popular with Italians, the girls gladly exchange a chat if you offer him something to drink.

Muyeye Unlike the speech, we went on Monday 'tuk-tuk, Siao been surrounded by a sea of \u200b\u200bchildren, group photos taken and vision of the school under construction.

quancuno told me about the pain of Africa - now I'm beginning to understand its meaning. "

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Yesterday we had the first opportunity to visit the village of Muyeye.

The route to school 'was fraught and difficult and more fun.

We move on Tuk Tuk that are old Piaggio Ape Car used to transport people, on bumpy dirt road.

How exciting! ... see site dela "our" school.

... "who travel without encountering the Other moves "... Alexandra Neel Daniel, do not know who we only know that he was right.

If you meet the other by 'a sense of our travel there and now the other' meeting came on the illuminated face of a thousand children Muyeye, our first meeting with the village : his "mayor" and his children, hundreds gathered in the classrooms.

The experience of the past leads us to question some form of fareassieme we know, and to seek other more 'dropped in reality' we meet.

We inform you that tomorrow we will spend the day on March 3 in the village, have lunch together, and there will be 'a direct link from Muyeye with popular radio network at about 15.

Greetings by travelers from Emilia Romagna.