I decided to wait a few days (maybe a weak conscience, reality 'is not too conscious, he felt the need' to escape excessive sentimentality!) to provide ink and paper to hand over the piece of life that God gave me Monday 'evening bro. Alex, aka Rocco (we gave a nickname to every brother physiognomic community'!!!), and 'project manager of the after-school care in the villages around and we had announced last Monday that' there was the inauguration of a another center
honored lucky I was excited to be here exactly when a new opening, 'cause these issues-studio are just beautiful insight, an example of a creative response to the everyday' problems of the people was a village
we were already 'past because' the kids knew that we had the camera, waiting for us
and 'arrival was a Hollywood, Bollywood or rather in this case! (For those like me who do not know Bollywood and 'the consideration of Indian city' of American cinema!)
have crowded the jeep and almost could not open the door after we went down there to tell us surrounded ... hand, to ask the name, they say, "please, photo!?"
after ten minutes of "delirium goal," we have dispatched to the village
walked, step by step, very cautiously because 'it was dark and it was difficult to distinguish where I was putting my feet (the cows leave freely "physiological fingerprint" of their holy presence!)
almost tight 'cause it was full of dogs, dried, dissolved
bro. Santiaguito and is' realized that I was not really relaxed
"I do not like dogs!" I confessed
explained to me that every family has one to keep out other animals less welcome!
the dark and suddenly 'opened in a corner and unexpectedly illuminated a corner of the wonders
I felt a bit' like Alice following the White Rabbit!
and this "corner of Wonders" was nothing more than a square, a kind of yard between a low and masonry building a hut of woven palm leaves
(nothing special, but for me it will remain 'one of the most' beautiful in the world!)
two rings made with rough stones, up to cook meals
cows goats baskets of straw on the ground
red soil
details that seemed to put the 'deliberately, with taste, almost
sought to imitate reality' as is done in the nativity scene was instead
real life was difficult for the eye to make a selection I longed to see everything I wanted to notice everything, but it 's impossible
attention rings when we encounter something that we recognize,
and there 'for us was a family
banner hung on the porch of the house was a canvas painted with the image of La Salle
and' it was nice to them 'I believe that
on that wall had a strong value on
value of fertility 'charisma of God's grace
there were several adults, they also expect this delegation, even intercontinental, we were treated like guests of honor
(but here, I think I understand that such care and kindness and 'hot a habit!)
chairs were the only ones for us and for our brothers
children that before they had received, as after a scene change, now they were' thrilled with the bag books and proud to take part in the ceremony
were sitting in front of me, on the ground, as a result
but instead their eyes in my memory are the only players in this evening light of the world
as befits officer 'of certain occasions have followed different interventions in Tamil also quite long
fertile ground for the experience of boredom!
poltronissima yet I felt I had the best place in the front row to watch children
their faces serious and serene young people involved seemed wise to mature social cognition
the intensity 'of their eyes excited indeed suggests happily revealed itself as that simple little moment (in relation to our habits even banal, after all the news' that two were not placed neon lights to illuminate a few feet!)
that brief moment it was really an event to celebrate their head and
high it was as if the world were saying their "hey! I am here! "
in a remote corner of the world outside
exiled isolated from all communication media to an event of such 'stops conscience
I was there I looked up into the sky
Niila, c 'was the moon to illuminate dimly corner of wonders, when the timely alternate lability' of human artifice, electricity ', occurs
she was there' silent wise
attended
background magic of that perfect setting
I lowered my eyes' cause I was moved
because 'the humanity' simple and authentic pounded me so hard in the veins, blood
there and 'mystical state
I was conscious that I was in the presence of humanity' more 'human
that maybe' God
to sanction to fulfill intimacy 'of that moment I wanted to eat with they would have multiplied the bread to satisfy all
instead and everything is' concluded with the distribution of a candy head by the future after-school special education teacher!
and greeted us with those people, a girl and 'wanted to take a picture with me that honor!
but I never felt 'so' out of place
I must say thank you and do everything possible to influence the memory this time warm and rich with them
bowing of the head instead I received thanks
who knows 'why'? ... to be here?
perhaps the mystery of God and man, and 'that there
..................... I think about Matthew the loaves
I think Peter
when Jesus' and he wants to wash his feet, man, sinner
does not feel worthy
and Jesus 'replies "if you do not wash' your feet, you have no part with me"
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