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greetings

greetings greetings are usually a phase of the meetings that I always find quite clumsy in direct
proprozionale intensity of time spent together
greetings
after three weeks Suranam
were:



... so,
little to describe in words, perhaps because of words there were very few and instead there would be enough to communicate
everything has been tacitly entrusted each other in the eyes and skin and eye contact



there is not much more to say

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red nails

are the 7:30 am
are two days that I come here on the roof, so soon
today is the last full day I spend here in Anbalayam
I wake up early because I want to bring in time


already we have more hours in school, but last time "letterary academy" have dedicated to us,
the official greeting
was a party, a party of
color because it was Wednesday and Wednesday is the day to wash the uniforms and the boys and girls can come dressed in civilian clothes
and their "bourgeois" is so colorful!
move around the yard are tidy and simply leave the classroom turns into a dance punctuated by bright colors and garish
sit on the ground by a male side, females on the other in the hallway
human who we are we create

embarrassed honored
behind Bro. Samy
the official greeting of it that finally we will mark two girls on the forehead with yellow-gold and red eye of the mind, and in turn put us on his shoulders, like a warm hug, a scarf
mine is a really nice deep blue turquoise


starts the show singing and dancing are acting

this time the weather is clement
and how every afternoon in the last two weeks the sky changes abruptly
first heat was hotter than ever
the wind rises, the air is ominous, and perhaps with the heavy rain ... applauded the efforts of the boys
heavy rain
closes the curtain on the show in mid
Enrico swears innocently, we seem much more disappointed us, they accept this kind of intervention with more mature perhaps wise expert serenity
their relationship with Mother Nature is more dense closer now everyday of my ...

exit from the school children we have come to seek
perhaps to fill the time that must pass by the roadside waiting for the bus

still raining but Henry Nicholas and we do not pay much attention, are busy playing with the guys I get closer


I met Sathya
she is the reason why I write now that I have her nails painted in a lively and awful red
came up to me, told me his name, knew my
I was lying near him, remained
is as if I had chosen
for his friendship strive to
mutual exchange some information
is the twelfth, the latest year for which has seventeen years or so, the next goes to college to study computer science in Madurai

a false alarm on a mysterious arrival of the bus to give us an awkward hug, I'm not accustomed to physical contact, but we are both happy to embrace, to have successfully crossed this distance
what we communicate passes mostly through the eyes and skin


after realizing that I still had time for us
her she gave me a pen
probably the only thing that can leave at that moment I feel embarrassed

then gives me the red nails, his are also painted
Henry tells me his name, Sathya means peace ,
the final burst comes along with red nails and beats me in as their intense color, I asked to go home with her at his house ...
I want to go

the bus arrives
another awkward embrace

a kiss and then we waved goodbye
long
get on the bus is a ' company, five or six remain hanging, dangling attacked, she struggles to see me in and among many heads out the window
we waved goodbye

long until the bus is too far

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attend

yet another surprise for the late afternoon have invited us to attend
(the care with which they celebrate our presence is such as to merit this word!)
- Intercontinental delegation -
an event in one of the nearest villages, Suranam
Colony where I live and Joel, a wards of our favorite
we had not understood what we were going to do, as often happened: the brothers are almost never prodigal of explanations, but we understood that we had a few minutes to show us too ... on stage ... bah !
if there are several children shooting the bans of "sardines", which has become the catchphrase of the moment and Joel knows it all by heart
perfect pronunciation
Joel intelligent
Bollywood usually arrive in jeeps, but there is much excitement there are the usual chairs
unique for us
side of the square in red clay where children usually do their homework neon
tonight is all colored flags clothes
of children in this country, regain their dignity chromatic colors, no filters
market there is also the sound system
slowly I realize that the excitement is all the organizational work of children
Linghen is the technical and audio moves with confidence, experience
Joel is the host, his proud little face clean seriously committed
charms are excited for them with their
as in theaters all over respect (even if the stage is not here, and our anxiety has proved throughout western!), shortly before we spend the evening's program, one each for sitting on the chair, each written and hand painted - and then care-

dances, songs are acting
luckily we are only allocated a few minutes, and asked Henry to speak ...
... I think a bit ',
is actually worse than having to mimic the words of
bans because it is difficult to put into words something

every day we were here we were, I certainly
, devastated the lives
, because I have restored the beautiful
essential simple sober is difficult to understand


PS the most critical moment was when refuse mess of words in Tamil and English, I realized that a girl begged me to go to dinner at his house ............. ......................................

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water waterfalls

Being part of this people who slowly, sobriety 'and dignity' lives and their calling, from waits, hopes, loves, suffers ... and loves.

So I felt the crowd was festive male under the waterfall of Kutralam to cool off, to enjoy to celebrate life .. Life always connected to the water ... Genesis, the Spirit hovering over the waters .. the Red Sea water from the rock ... .. Baptism in the Jordan, but also the memory of our sister Samaritan ... water I bathed with them joyful ... I observed all because a 'foreigner and guest, I always turn to a white sweet smile ... in this the boys and girls are the first to break down any barrier mental, cultural, linguistic ... perhaps envied, perhaps loved to be part of the shower with them ... I prayed in the pouring cold water on me .. I prayed the Pope 'of heaven, the same skies that surround and guard them and me, forgive my sins, to forgive my closing and my lack of freedom '... I asked the simplicity 'testimonies that these people I like tranquility' of their non-stop pace ... I asked the feet of children and snappy free to follow his inspiration ... I asked their smile to welcome anyone and any event ... I asked the other as a pure look at me ... and I rejoiced to be pushed by them under the waterfall and our partial nudity 'that made us all equal, brothers and sons of the Father who calls differently, but who loves us and whom we love, as children will inevitably be forgiven

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the August 15th is a national holiday here in India, is the anniversary of independence and my day started with murals that made me nod, pinning a small paper flag of India on the chest
the boys came to school for only a brief patriotic ceremony, with special care for the hoisting of the flag and anthem that still occur every Monday morning
for children of Catholic faith, there was also the religious celebration so we all went together to the parish for putting the song
the Gospel of Mary is a young pregnant woman who pays a visit to Elizabeth herself pregnant
is a song by an intense flavor feminine: Elizabeth leaped in her womb at the greeting of her cousin
I think these two women to maternity
still bear their children in the womb and already agreed to unconditionally donate the world can not even choose the name
their vocation of women, protect, preserve to grow feed, does not mean for them, mothers , possession of the fruit of their womb
with Henry and Nicholas prayed for us and for all educators, for other groups of our Lasallian offering a service to children: boys and girls I meet people I work with here
are not mine and I will work

the rest of the day is spent unpretentious
waiting for us at night but a trip to waterfalls Kutralam
us were Bro. Vincent, soul mate Nicola, and Bro. Johnson
good company

we arrived at our destination at about five o'clock in the morning, ride jeep is cool (!) But it is too easy
the resourceful backpacker travel and few comforts is fascinating to find out how many redundant unnecessary frills hides our everyday

when we submitted this trip we have ever talked, or rather mentioned only to nature, "Waterfalls"
my vivid imagination had imagined a wild and unspoiled scenery inaccessible to man ... instead we found ourselves in the place with the highest population density finesettimanale
a bit 'Host of the sultry summer weekends!
lavatories
the ghostly waterfalls were nothing but lavatories : Indians do file more than half an hour, during which body and hair

sprinkle of scented oils
then abruptly wash, shampoo for the more rapid stubborn, under the forceful stream of Casaca
elbow to elbow on another's elbows or better, complete with beatings if the rude guard (sgarbataggine understandable since it has to stand in water for hours) he realizes that replaced most of the lawful twenty-three seconds!
the entire ritual takes place here would be granted - sacrilege - to emphasize,
men and women separate so

alone
I left my bold companions and I are immersed in this sea of \u200b\u200bsaris and long hair loose
blacks white iris in a field of iris blacks
vangogh
I was in line with their
between them looked at me curious
fun
but soon returned to their anointed rite
Has anyone tried to speak in Tamil
has some utter a few words about my bad English chewed while the line ran from

and this sort of baptism approached

to a predictable script , the first to impact with the water was cold feet, chills
between a push and the other faces
the fun and laughter, breathing cut off blacks and colors hair perfumes

uncontaminated water and cold jet, took me back to me
to my body, shivering breath

cropped jeans uncomfortable stiff legs stuck to the bare shoulders Sleeveless
water powerful head

few seconds in reality

and the struggle of women for a moment more of continuous shower


but I feel so alive
seems to take the water to flow into the lymph
mix

second Indian baptism

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the corner of the wonders of the religion of

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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now in the long leisure wear, the traditional Indian garment that looks like a sarong ... after having bought it I went to the tailor who has a small hole in front of the community 'and I asked him to cucirmelo according to their custom ... I came back to take e. .. did not want the price of 5 rupees and because of my insistence, he replied: "Friendship, friendship."
Prasad, one of our cute and a bit 'pigrotto VII student of A, the other morning he offered me a pretzel fried buying and bring to school for lunch ... of course I had to take it and enjoy it ...

who has little or nothing to do with things and let go free '... we are rich and afraid, attached to our possession, we can not even imagine free sister 'mother and providence ... we are not free to give, leave, share, share ... the first Sunday in India, we read the Gospel of the multiplication of the loaves in accordance with the Community as a whole 'of Matthew ... I was wondering, in front of the little food they have, what was the reading that my brothers and my sisters could do Suranam music, and once more I was attracted by things, by the possession and did not understand that they live that share that Jesus ' testiomina same, while I like the apostles who are concerned about "sending the crowd home because there 's little bread in the bag" ... here moltilpicazione of the loaves and 'synonymous with sharing and not count how many loaves and fishes have ...

Suranam Thanks brothers and sisters, big and small

for seeds and signs of good news is that meat is still in you, always new Eucharist to say thanks to the Lord of Life as the flowers in the fields and feed the birds in the sky ..

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barefoot and Indian Ocean sea

barefoot and Indian Ocean sea

the two strong intense emotions vivid on Saturday

day trip

backpacker and Lasallian jeep (as to compete with more 'experienced adventurers)

the travel 'was long

but the nose and' was always out the window looking out on India

c he ran before his eyes

and did not want to miss a puddle an inch a tree a bush

the pace was sustained and strong winds at times I struggled to keep my eyes open and was hard to breathe

the air and the strong emotion

the road crossed the villages

that of peacocks, which are present in bones and feathers and paintings on the walls of houses, that of cotton, the granite and wood

but in India

not cross town without it,

'cause I'm obviously a foreigner, people look at you with serious curiosity' and

soon joined hands greetings bending her head vanacam

their faces open into bright smiles

for teeth look very white in contrast with their skin

for the warm welcome that communicate

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first temple

I was going to get off the contraption when Lasallian bro. Samy mention that the shoes must be kept in a jeep ...

... my god,

bare unprotected help warts infections

without shoes ... ... but I'm an exception for me?!

all these flashes in a second 'cause I went down and the fly

impact crash

barefoot on the asphalt and what 'less painful to watch where I'll put' feet and walk or not think about it, basically eye does not see heart hurts!

still went

even if part of the brain and 'remained fixed on what my ends'

felt the hot asphalt smooth rough

stairs

is ', to get into the cell is sacred must rise

them' and 'preserved by a kind guardian of crude longhi yellow, a stone that Hindus cosider sacred has to do cones feet of Brahma, but I did not understand that a large '

also' cause I was spellbound by careless love with saris of the women who climbed

their ankles jingled

the veil, with which he skillfully wrap their bodies, which are released by the edges colored colorful winding danced with the wind

freewheel down not before stealing some Instant to unsuspecting!

freewheel down from the sanctuary sacred place to walk barefoot

heart of trade in trinkets and souvenirs (... and all over the world 'country!)

jeep jolted us into this temple and the other' in the heart of the city '.. . dynamic

(implied that the topography is filled with imagery more!)

we stopped at the edge of what should be down a main road without shoes

impact

hot asphalt pebbles

view feet height was a crowded and going to the incredible glance looked like an anthill

people people people

confusion bro had to follow. Samy that slipped between the loops

suddenly and 'open stony entrance of the temple light and heat of crossing the threshold are dark and damp

already'! Bagana wet boggy underfoot well

epidermal shudder of disapproval, I did not think ... but I walked in the muddy slippery

for me with that I started to feel in India

to know biblically touch this land

naked body with her bare feet

the India

for me 'was the initiation rite of the test

smile to myself

here all walk barefoot

the inside of the temple was dark but the smell was good incense

the floor and 'wet' cause this and, a time of purification, eg there are about seventy fountains to wash the blood

bowel sacred palingenesis

we walked along a corridor formed by the paratactic series of columns, the effect 'of a tunnel where they faced the colorful gods' meta 'and half men' animals Olympians Indian kitsch

the teeming wildlife in India never lacks human

sleep walk sit stand in line chatting laughing spitting use mobile phones (paradox globalization!)

everywhere

faces look and are ...

jeep again, this time led us to the ocean in three stages

the bridge, the fisherman's beach deserted white sand

the wind was the main character

single unrivaled

so 'intense that it became physical material touches you

small breaths because I was' the great do not you allow them

the ocean from the deck away from the widower

and he and 'fact desirable and desired

to my great joy, I soon realized that the meeting between me and him would have been closer I would wet salted and made my skin

the car and' new stop and taste I have put off their shoes to their feet sinking in the sand, the wind was more excited that the waves that bend up to crash on the shore, and 'was an unstoppable, primal instinct to wet my añadir "blessed" feet

bro. But Samy was 'a surprise even better: a stretch of beach more' in the 'deserted white

I bathed more' of my life the ocean water was warm, unlike my expectations

the strong wind made him the rushing stream was incredible and I choose the direction it was a struggle

made me feel good

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we are all united

Moving in the city 'surrounded by crowds of people and chaos, between capnne lost in this arid campanga as between villages immersed in the fine sand of the Indian Ocean where my sisters and my brothers with essentially' slow living and their only life, I wonder what the meaning of life itself in each and every one, as my ...

If each step .. fortunately lived here barefoot and hope to draw life from the earth itself ... every gesture, smile, tears, words, silence and 'woven through gestures, silences-joys-labors of each sister and brother in an unconscious way consciously or through You Lord and brother Jesus, 'Life itself, such as that of each universlae would not, for me, so.

Each child brought up, every patient treated, cared for every dying person would be useless because it 'would always too many children to educate, too many sick people to care, too many to accompany the last dying breath. .. everything would be useless in reality '...

Only if our every breath, every beat of our heart and 'woven by the Spirit and' Wind with breaths and beats any other person my simple life and basically useless, compared to the millions of brothers and sisters who now tread on my own land, gains in value, receives deep 'roots and ... look at the fruits that are too facilemnte accounting and capitalization, while we lose sight of the roots that are actually 'what' that matter, what 'that must be cured, that' that keeps us up, that 'so unconscious that binds us to other 'cause we get to all lifeblood from all ... Always, always ...

Lord

you who "do not turn off a smoldering wick and do not break the bruised reed,"

What are you doing "and keep the crumbs pieces of leftover bread, "

you collect every breath we take and every gesture, every tear, every joy and every groan

weaving those of our brother and sisters.

You do so 'a tapestry where all we always new ugualente necessary and unnecessary, where we are weft and warp, clearly visible and invisible node

Cosi' creation same smiles and moves forward, turns again and keeps everything

And all we can all feel united, bonded and cared for by you, Papa 'of heaven that "nothing disperzzi that you have made and that all and all you have saved in Jesus', your Son, our Brother and Saviour

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As the memories come to mind with short flash, so 'strong feelings here I can connect to relevant images. The first runs in front of me who goes back to our brief stay in Chennai and 'the face of a child, one of the abandoned children and lovingly welcomed by the Franciscan Missionaries of Mary and we look out of place from his supine position and does not understand or maybe he understands everything and now, she smiles ... Walking Suranam we encounter a friendly child who greets us, like everyone here, and enter into a yard, and we see him from a distance then walk next to another child, perhaps her brother, for accompany knows' where. Here the boys are holding hands, and 'nice to think that they have arrived here too, the influences of Western culture so ostentatiously open up certain things sadly as hostile to free expression of feelings such as friendship. The brothers here are not concerned only that the school but also are making efforts so that 'the children, not only of St. James (the school of the Brethren, ed), at least they can do homework with a little' electric light. A few nights ago the headmaster Brother Samy and the project leader Brother Alex took us on a tour of these "after-school village." It's strange to think that in Italy we complain, I for one, 'cause we do not have and instead want to study here in one of these places is studied on the ground outdoors in the light of a single light that certainly does not guarantee a good back row lighting.

PS: I want to clarify that, after repeatedly asked for all air travel to be able to make the trip from the airport to Suranam jeep when we landed for us was just a white jeep with a sticker of La Salle along the front glass. Only one case?

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yesterday

until yesterday
a couple of times, I must be sincere, and I 'came to ask me' cause I'm here ... a I think legitimate questions that arise primarily from the disorientation of the first slow days we got close to the weekend when the activities' of school life they stop, the difficulty 'el'impaccio language ... so there' was little, "by do "and it was not clear what function we had here.

That this stay in India were reduced to the simple beauty tourism ... but not enough! (I still wonder if this dissatisfaction is healthy or Western protagonist zeal Lasallian ...?!)
until yesterday I had this anxiety
then with the passage of the Gospel of Sunday's meeting came

Sunday morning in time to reflect on the passage of Matthew, we know a lot '! Mass and 'entirely in Tamil ... so the attention and' justified to browse the colorful saris for women, the eyes and the smiles of children Salutini, and the thought goes lawfully in travel and meditation ... 'the song the multiplication of the loaves and fishes ... Henry will want to ask me what 'they say a similar story, that their lack of food and water, electricity' convenience '...
the disciples suggested to Jesus' to dismiss the crowd 'cause they obtain food,' cause they think for themselves ... the presumption that the disciples ... who know what has these people need? What do I know what you need this people, how do I know them and for what 'enough ?!... Jesus' replies without hesitation, "... you give them something to eat" ... no matter what are only five loaves and two fishes,

maybe just stay there, and the miracle of the multiplication is an abundance ...

yesterday was Monday 'expectations as we began our lessons ...
from aspiring teacher I can testify that these children are the dream of every teacher educated hardworking respectful silence when needed eager curiosity, and this does not mean they lack liveliness' fresh energy intelligence want to have fun laughing about
but be aware that the educational relationship as there are rules of the game, they know the limit and show the respect that makes it possible, who acts as an educator, to transform it into an instrument "useful"

yesterday at St. James School, Sooranam was a normal day of school, the institute collects
boys and girls, from ten to seventeen, from Sooranam and nearby villages - the time and 'from nine to four and a half later in the afternoon

like all children of the world, they have homework
not like all the children of the world, these return dignity 'to the concept of studio education educational

simply doing their homework

yesterday and' revived in me the insight (and I leave that to avoid overloading again!) dignity 'to the study
a wise woman once said that the rights, the Charter of children's rights conventions and the like are not that Western jurisprudence superstructures
the real right to education of children do not come down from the nations agree
emerges from the bottom of the red earth on which they sat last night boys

the afternoon students studying Sooranam and its sitting on the ground outside, in a corner of the village where they were laid two bleak neon lights, the first in line enjoy the cold light, it is dark for the last soon
students studying here sitting on the ground in the sacristy of the church microscopy of the village, a beautiful green water, but close beside a crowded stuffy
(appiccicato!) at the unpretentious space
books and books on the floor bent

studying in the one-point luceelettrica the village that is the door switch of a microedificio, or the steps of entry of the church using the steps to write better, more 'convenient !?!?!?!? I think more and more 'word that this is a luxury too western ... yet they are studying

since yesterday for me the right to study education and education' dignity 'vigorous credible "tangible" in which the boys and its Sooranam repeat the lesson ...

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The brothers are in the diocese of Sivegengai since 1986. You have opened the school where we work, the St. James Higher Secondary School, which includes boys and girls, now about 1300, from ten to seventeen, who live in Suranam and thirty-five villages.

Since their arrival, the level of literacy and 'increased from 12% to 48%, and the project or dream' up to 70% for 2015.

The students get to school on foot or by bicycle along with six to twenty kilometers.

villages inhabited by the boys and girls are clusters of homes ... mostly huts ', which often do not get electricity, and when' this blows very often, even daily.

For this reason, and because 'their parents frequently are unable to assist them, the brothers have decided to identify and organize in every village, an "after school", a space and time, from 18 to 20, in which students home from school can come together to do their homework, a place that is fitted with electric light and is assigned a teacher paid by the brothers, to help support and monitor the children.

The strong focus on the needs of the people of this area by the brothers and 'reciprocated by a visible tangible sense of duty by the children themselves to the study.

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Sooranam LARES ... home

Sooranam and 'really a speck in our world ... not found on maps, not seen on Google Earth ... and yet, here where there are four brick houses, a church, a Hindu temple ', a Protestant church, schools, all Catholic ... breathe ... Life will be' the clay and fine that penetrates everywhere, are daring to bare feet touch the ground in their nakedness', will be the kids and the smiles that constantly surrounds us and cuddles, will be the greetings on the street there are many ... you will immediately feel part of the crowd, walking, walking, walking ... this raucous crowd and collection , these people fighting for a bit 'of water in a dry area where we have taken as a blessing in the rain poured down for 5 minutes ... or we got under it to be washed, purified, alive ... you feel part of life because 'we feel useless, we are "free to a more' by any chance, read Providence, 'and now we are like hidden, but visible and recognizable to everyone at this crossroads more 'or less dirt ...

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Marina Growing
Joy

The past returns. A dinner with old friends, all united by a young age and a morbid passion for the music world, in particular, the notes of a new wave group of the '70s and '80s - Joy Division - and its lead singer and lyricist Ian Curtis. A murderess who kills his victims in mysterious circumstances, according to a macabre ritual. A cryptic and surreal world that revolves around the Milan club Disorder.
too many unanswered questions. Tap the Deputy Commissioner of homicide - "Luc" Narducci - shed light on the murders to prevent further casualties, but the murderess has understood: sowing misleading tracks and disappears just when everyone is sure to have it finally stuck. His identity will remain in balance until the final pages, that is, until the plot twist that will mark the culmination of the story.

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Joy, the new novel by Marina Growing

A dinner with friends, a chance to come together after a long time. Gossip, stories, jokes, but also a bit of fear ... to force a joke, it can happen that we find ourselves in silence, as happens to them, looking at all with the feeling that he sensed something serious, too serious to
be true ... Thus opens Joy (Frilli Publishers, Genoa 2008), the new noir Growing Marina's follow up investigations of the Deputy Commissioner Luc Narducci, after his first four demons (Frilli Publishers, Genova 2007 ). From the beginning, reading, you find yourself immersed in the climate investigations. Immediate emotional and intellectual involvement in the case: the discovery of the bodies of hanged youth suicide ... but nothing is as it seems. You will find that it really is behind the hand of a serial killer who acts in a force that originates in the darkest depths of the soul and goes back to childhood pain. The macabre ritual bloody and is consumed on the notes of the music of Joy Division, new wave band of the '70s and '80s, the same music that fascinates the young defendants to dinner.
The murderess and must be stopped on his trail, determined to find it, there is not only Luc, a character in the round, husband, father and friend as well as a policeman, but the whole group in homicide: Commissioner Gil, the Silvia Superintendent, Inspector Henry, the young agent Mark assisted by the Head of Science and the coroner.
The author made a perfect mosaic in which the events of the various characters' private lives are intertwined with professional ones. The result is a balanced reading, lively, sometimes funny and ironic because of the prominence given to the most affectionate of human personality. The plot is classically Joy psychologically compelling and intriguing because it investigates the murderous nature of the mind and the reality of contemporary heroes, men and women like all of us involved in the fight against evil.

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liquid air

second day Sooranam, India.
think and try to find out if they are glossy, if I'm understanding of my geographic location, does nothing but increase the headache that mathematically takes me in the first days of each trip.
The trip 'was long: after two consecutive flights Rome-Kwaitcity Kwaitcity-Chennai we had to wait for the next twelve hours Madurai (which we used for a while' healthy tourism), and we were loaded from Madurai a Lasallian gip (yearning for Nicola unexpectedly heard!)! for another three hours of road transportation.

The first thing you get to know India and 'liquid air.
"... mmm ... Madonna 'is in the air you s'azzecca face! "I would say that the commentary of Nicholas After leaving the airport in Chennai is eloquent and enlightening. The

areostazione and 'free zone yet, still has an international flavor, but when you open the sliding doors from them' begins
India and you find yourself in the air and liquid immediately in front of a wall of faces, it seems that there is no 'space to get out, a row of faces, bodies behind a barrier waiting, watching you, all alike, in sober silence and backed

the kitsch' was invented in India and India
'Wunderkammer of the world and everything around
' of people crowded the streets

seems that the whole population is walking in the street waiting for the bus in Chicchiero, buying, selling, sleeping on the edges of sidewalks, on the corner to pee ', to read while sitting on a chair inside a building still construction

people popping up everywhere on the streets are overrun by bicycles by car from the modern version of the public bus from trucks riscio'dai
one rule:
the horn sounds the horn and everything and 'allowed continued to repeat the constant sound

You are there 'dazed-looking liquid and horn
you look out the window of the taxi' cause you want to take more 'special possible, catching all .. and all of India
kidnaps you and your mouth and 'dry' cause remains open in front of this "new world" and why 'is so hot and everything

'
crowded buildings cabins means of transport and the shops all the walls 'colors covered with written letters and drawings decorations lights lights and decorations, the same handwriting as Tamil is a rich flowering of scribbles
you're there' groggy from the air horn and the liquid
not know what colors and cropping India
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We arrived in India in Chennai
the city 'of St. Thomas;
his courage to want to "touch the mystery"

calls to have the same courage, the same audacity in touch and let
touch, share,
to accommodate all the good that we
is given plenty of free ...
and together, every night, we hope to say
My Lord and my God, but also our brothers and sisters
thanks for the good that you have granted
trampling
with you this holy land with empty hands and with an eye
all of you who stop without

us smile.

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Events of the month of August at Marina

Saturday, August 2, 22.00
White Night - Silvi Marina (waterfront)
Stand Edizioni Solfanelli

Thursday, August 7, at 19 , 00
Caffé Vittoria - CHIETI

Friday, August 8, 21,00
FILIORUN PETRI FARA