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Dear friends,

am writing to thank you and greet you first because I naturally do so after the unforgettable days we have experienced.

Four years ago, I realized a dream in July 2007 a small group started from high school to go to Africa. I was in that group and have been since that time, for four years.

Dear Dean, I owe to you the invaluable opportunity for growth and knowledge made in recent years. Dear Blaise, you see, we had to leave. The joy in store for those moments of life filled with thrill and intensity of our day and were amazed that our souls, awakened our dreams, our cherished sensitivity, are the most concrete evidence of the sense of this fourth year of the project high school.

And for me, in its fourth year, nothing has changed, indeed, enthusiasm and above all, I grew up hearing family miraculously a land so distant and different, look, today, not only more with the eyes of amazement that usually gives the new but with eyes still the most lucid and concrete. And, I think, you never stop to form but can be different and far-traveled roads, so many choices and each man and are the experiences that make life and meetings that fill the life and the good maybe, it gives meaning and life. So, thank you to those who wanted this trip and we believed him.

Thanks to each of you.

Annalisa Marinelli

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At the end of the fourth summer volunteer experience, no doubt with a heart full of emotions, memories, the faces of people I met 'printed' and still alive in the mind , the group of children "a world of good" is getting ready to go home with one hope: to return as soon as possible in the 'Land of Smile'! Ready to listen to their stories, awaited them at the Lyceum "O. Tedone "tomorrow, August 18. The arrival is scheduled at 12:30 or so, unless changes reported by children themselves on arrival in Italy.

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MEETINGS

A promise kept to myself before the others come to Zambia to see first-hand. In order to acquire the right to speak, to propose and implement solutions with them all, without controversy, each in his own party.

and touch means immersing yourself for 20 days in a reality which at first glance would you run away, because influenced by the disillusionment that their character and their past experiences entail. At 20, he was freer , more immediate, to 50 (more ...) if you are still curious, want to know all (or most) aspects of the problem and sometimes you do not think it's worth it.

And we must learn to meet people, shake hands in many different ways, many times to say "nice to meet you." My curiosity, facilitated by the presence of hosts of the first order (as Nunzio, as Sister Maria Mazzone, as the children themselves as mastering the language, the first host of knowledge) has allowed me to be part of many meetings. I could not retrace all, I should write a book. I have little time to do it, but I anticipate an index.

• Meetings despair . The desperation and quiet resignation of the sick, forced hospitals to lower dung, themselves reduced to a pile of infectious diseases where the substrate and AIDS and everything else comes after. Sick dehydrated which is spared an intravenous infusion, although they can not swallow anything for candidiasis that burns the throat. Ill surgical treated by surgeons who only know the impromptu demolition and not even raised the possibility of a mental reconstructive surgery. And the sick children. Those eyes that dilate the disease progresses more and more until it turns off. And healthy children forced playing in the bed of their sick mother at the bedside of a poor woman is dying to superinfections. The desperation of knowing that there is a different way to heal and, above all, that not everything is justified by the lack of economic means.
• Meetings anger . Anger to see how this nation rich in all (fertile soil, abundant water, mineral, natural beauty immeasurable, animals ... ...) do not know how to distribute his wealth to its inhabitants, which remain the preserve of a corrupt ruling class and companies foreign the prey with the complicity of the governors. Meeting at the Ministry of Mines (the most important here in Zambia): "This year we reached 50% in the international economy more than revenues" (official data, we do not know the black). "Well - I wonder - can the tide of human compounds in Lusaka did not notice?" Wry smile or helpless in my party. Ministry of Education: Official figures with 96% school attendance, but the compounds we go every day are full of guys who should be in school at that time. Not to mention the areas rural areas where a boy must go too 10 km walk to school. What do we do? Anger grows ... ..
• Meetings joy . The joy of being in the middle of a good people, who smiles at you without expecting a reward, but often expecting the worst. The joy of children, who have so well described in our blog boys, children who are happy just to play and be happy, and young people who, despite everything, believe in their abilities and let you know the joy of reaching the achievement to be able to enroll at the University. The joy of so many workers, religious and otherwise, that the good that we do add a smile ... .. ever. And the joy of terminally ill patients who respond to your sincere smile and warm your hands with the look of one who discovers he is still alive and part of a chain. And you do not want to break away again.
• Meetings hope . Why is it worth to do something for these people? Because something is changing. You can tell the smiling faces and meeting some of the young editors of an independent newspaper which is spearheading the battle for basic civil rights (nutrition, education, health, justice, freedom of expression), against corruption, for the real fulfillment of the democratic process is so difficult around here. And the confirmation of this change you to confirm our contacts in the field (the Nuncio, and Sister Mary) from different viewpoints evaluate the temporal effects of the spread of education among young people, a sense of responsibility of women (males unfortunately I'm away!) in managing the family. Hope you are dell'indefessa from the effects of voluntary work, mainly religious, which promotes the parents (who we are!) Education of their children. Gives us hope as well as the testimony the great desire for the emancipation of these people: a mom (no dads!) of the compound seeking to return to study English for at least monitoring the work of school children, groups of families in the remotest areas of the country by organizing bottom-up "community schools". And back where we started: the hospitals. The hope comes from the finding hospitals as clean as that of Chirundu (where I also worked as a surgeon, a former high school Corato, Mr Fabrizio Tarricone !......) because managed by Italian nuns, or to verify the proper functioning and clean the hospital laboratory of Mazabuka (for the rest at a level shameful cleaning) because it won by a voluntary association of Italian, with the contractual obligation of accountability continuity with the level of efficiency achieved. Claudia And finally, the great Claudia: wren of a woman with attributes, a wonderful colleague who Chikuni, in the heart of the forest and the center of a cluster of villages linked by mule, put up in five years with a health care system the highest standards. Hospital wide, clean, well-designed, with areas of isolation and sub isolation ward and clinic for AIDS patients in the open area and house to house checking the condition of patients, all computerized, all with a few nurses and many volunteers. Besides the health education programs irradiated by a local radio station (including those performed by children for children, written in Tonga!). All alone.

many meetings here in Zambia! Now I'm back and I would like also to meet people of my land to do something. Not big things, mind you. But you can buy a tractor to be separated from a community that has 7 hectares of land to cultivate, a projector can give that same communities that keep kids and children of the oratorio in educational programs (I tried it with the greatest interest and I can assure you almost spasmodic), some surgical instruments worked but no longer used because they are obsolete, you can send in those hospitals where based on what I saw, could be useful as bread, some boy / girl recovered / a life by our missionaries can be adopted / y distance (as was done successfully) entrusting the control of the success of the initiative those same people who have saved / to from destruction, some young fellow of good will and looking for real experience can be for a while ' going to keep company with poor Claudia, a somewhat institutional (and not) can be found in Italy to be a Zambian colleague to teach him to do what he dreamed of doing for years; ... ... ... .. I mean simple things to do , meeting .

Lusaka August 16, 2010

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The smile of Africa

The Smile of Africa

After twenty days in Zambia, it is natural to leave a testimony of what has been experienced. I'm not in a position to say what I saw in Africa, because I've actually seen only a small slice of this continent so, in fact, unknown: in fact say because I for one, I realized that things which I knew reflect the reality of everything that I have lived here day after day.

When I arrived at ' Lusaka airport, after the initial moment that allowed me to see what I was looking at because of strong emotion to be half a world away, I started to see colors, attitudes and sounds that Lusaka had to offer. Day after day I learned to open my eyes, I learned to listen, I learned to understand what this part of Africa was showing me. In truth it was only yesterday that looking at the starry sky and I knew right away ... on my face you've drawn a bitter smile and ironic! I want to tell
Arvi the " my " Africa through four points: Eyes, Feet, Hands, Heart. If you have in mind the image of ' Vitruvian Man , designed by Leonardo Da Vinci, you can see how these anatomical parts are arranged as the four cardinal points: North (Eyes), South (Feet), East and West (Mani). On closer inspection, the man of Leonardo is in the same position u n another man, much bigger, come to earth many years before the genius of Tuscan Jesus Christ.
I will not dwell much on this pivotal figure in the religious and spiritual life of many Christians, but I dwell on a first appearance that I want to emphasize : the parallelism between Jesus Christ, the religious point of reference in life of a believer who wants to orientation when it is far from Christian morality, and the four cardinal points, a point of reference for those who want to navigate away from home. For many, this issue may seem trivial, but is where the first irony. I noticed, looking at the starry sky, that those who want to navigate using the constellations of the sky, northern hemisphere , has as its reference point the North Star - in the constellation Ursa Minor - indicating exactly the North and here, in the southern hemisphere, the reference point is ... the Southern Cross! It would appear that this part of the world - which in fact is the hemisphere's poorest between the two - if you want to find a way forward, there is no other choice but to rely on the Cross, which remains eternal in the heavens as if to underline the suffering that comes here who is sentenced to live until the end of his days.
Once this thought in my mind began to emerge of the flashes of what I saw and, in the sign of the cross, everything went into place like pieces of a puzzle: I finally understood why of everything course I lived and did not really make me realize what I was doing.

Eyes
The first thing I noticed, going around the compound Lusaka with the nuns of the Order DMI (English acronym that stands for Daughters of Mary Immaculate), were the eyes of young and old, men and women alike . Eyes were not smiling, as seen in some public service announcements, or looks sad hunger and disease that has shown us for years news: they were puzzled glances, looks of fear, which looks in one way or another I never left not until I left the compound . At that moment I asked myself: "My God .. is so I watch a black man who sells something on the Italian beaches? That's how I look at the gypsies that I find the traffic lights going to Bari? . "Adding to my sense of awe that the silences were also created in step three of us, white, in a dusty road of a crowded Zambian compound was interrupted by someone - big or small - that, by stating, shouted " Muzungu ! "- in Nianja ," White man! . "What I expected, but I was still in Italy, were children running the streets, smiling and carefree: instead I only found that my step children ran to hide behind Whatever he finds, screaming and crying!

Feet
In truth, the more I was confronted with these episodes, the more I stopped to think that there was something more in Africa in recent years had idealized. Walking around the streets of Lusaka, I felt another sensation that accompanies those who come here for the first time: contradiction. In fact, after a day in compound, follow the extensive, lush gardens of the houses of important people of the Zambian team gave me a sense of discomfort I felt out of place. Watch jets which provide water for generously the green of the villas clashes a lot with what the poor people living, in every sense, the margins of society: water rationed to one hour per day through two or three fountains for an average population of 30 or 40 thousand people! This is the reason that pushes children to real exodus at dawn. A que sti joins the whole community that for various reasons (those working at the need to drink beer - alcohol is the biggest scourge along to 'illiteracy !) , moves to the streets to get to destinations often miles away ; all strictly walk: only a select few can afford a car, also because - other strange case - exactly how much petrol costs in Italy! Looking at those feet, they crush in one day the road that I walk in a week, I noticed a second and equally ironic: in Africa, people have white feet! The part of the anatomy that allows them to go where they want, the color of the men who for centuries enslaved them ... the white is dust that is everywhere - along with the smell and the garbage - in compound.

Mani
However, Africa (Zambia, in particular) is not only that. Being here I have met many people, mostly women, who threw a single voice message from various compound : Africa is alive and wants to get out of the quagmire that for years these people trapped preventing them to grow! L ' illiteracy is still a serious problem here, but the desire to do does not need culture. In this way the nuns of the D MI have created groups of women who, with his own " business, save money to allow themselves and their families to have the shima (the typical African dish, made with corn flour and water) and to ensure their children at least basic education. The hands become the key to the salvation of these people: the hands of women who create products for them and then sell the hands of the Sisters of DMI (in this case) and volunteers who contribute the growth of this wonderful continent but - as I told a group of children during one of our meetings - not " Italy and India FOR Africa, but Italy and India WITH the Africa" \u200b\u200bbecause if you are not working together is almost impossible to achieve concrete results. In truth all the people I met, who have humility (Which the people in my world can only guess) and a really big heart, are in agreement that this is the right way, because Africa is true that wants to rise from its ashes, but in its own way, not losing sight of their roots and culture: in short, not alienating his identity!

Heart
This aspect of the African people, which is quite different from what I thought (Africa desperate lives and dies by the roadside near the resignation of one who knows that there is no other solution ) made me think a lot. During my stay in Zambia I could experience that few were able to live: I have known Grace . The meeting with her I made a lump in my throat and wiped out in one fell swoop all the shyness and the fear that I live in a reality that does not belong to me. Grace is a girl ciassettenne that my family decided to take away a decade ago. In recent years the only contact with her were the letters that once a year we write in order to know his situation at school, health and life " City of Hope , the center, Sister Maria Mazzone built to house the girls in Lusaka which are in the streets and give them a better future. For this reason, it felt like a person that far, that was not part of my world. Instead, when I saw them in front of me, I saw that embarrassed smile, I realized I was no longer a distant person: she was a girl like so many others like I used to see in Italy ... nothing more. I immediately felt at ease, I was no longer a simple " muzungu ", I was part of Africa! To confirm this feeling was just Grace, which, to the nuns' s orphanage of Mother Teresa who looked puzzled that prolonged dialogue between me and her, saying "quiet : is my brother! . "This is the power of Africa from being" muzungu "to become" brother. "The passage is brief, but must go down from that imaginary pedestal that we think we have northern under our feet and start to live as equals. This is what I did: I learned to live with them, talking with them to feel part of their culture: they taught me a lot about how to behave , how we thank the Lord every day for what you have (to use what was said earlier about the Cross), I h years taught their language - at least in reality - which helped me to integrate even more extraordinary in this society . I looked better and I saw the puzzled look of fear or become smiled when I asked a child who was left out " Wuly bwanji ? ," which means " How are you? " (this is the way they of saying hello), almost in disbelief I said " Bueno! . So I said " Buela ..." which means "Come ... , holding out his hand: and behold, instead escape, so he approached towards me holding out his hand to turn to tighten without fear.

's face that I once again look to the African night sky and f Ianca the Southern Cross was the moon that I believe it or not, she smiled! I closed my eyes, I stretched the face and I smile again ... this time it was a relaxed smile, a smile of someone who had grown so much and learned even more and I thought to myself: "Even the sky of 'Africa smiles at me, despite a cross engraved in their eyes, their feet in the battered from the long walks, working in their own hands, in his heart that despite the multitudes of sufferings, still gives love to everyone who comes here to discover a continent, in fact, still to be discovered! .

Francesco Campanale

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Speaking through pictures

leave space to the images that most times are able to pass much more than a thousand words! Everyone chose photos that best encapsulate the experience!


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Eyes

Mani

Feet

Heart

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Il sole d'Africa

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A commentary by Rosanna Pellegrini, who follows the group from her holiday:

"Dear children, reading the novel" The moon I followed "by Aminata Fofana takes me, these days, in your places, full of enchantment and terror, destruction but also of absolute purity and sanctity, where every gesture, even the most simple, it hides the salvation or the abyss . Capture every glance, every smile, every light, every sunset of that land and feed your soul. With my heart, Rosanna Pellegrini. "

Best wishes from San Gimignano

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Weekend in Mazabuka

between poverty and natural wonders

Saturday morning, early, the entire group went to Mazabuka where Sister Maria welcomed us with his now famous energy and vitality. Time to settle in "Casa Ruvo," and she immediately took us around the "City of Joy", his project for several years now keeps busy full time. What we noticed was the evolution of this structure, which quickly has grown considerably thanks to the indispensable contribution of the various supporters, who believe in this reality, which is already home to 10 girls. A small beginning for a project which expects to host as many as 60 street girls with great inconvenience, often too large to their young age. There is talk of violence, maltreatment, abuse (both sexual and psychological): in particular we were very shocked by the story of a child, now twelve years old, which has suffered since childhood sexual abuse even from his family. You can still see the signs of the ordeal in his eyes, in his attitudes, his relationships with others and in his desperate search of a pure heart and sincere, without double purpose of seeking affection that all children who put them in the world. In the evening we got to spend time with these girls, organizing games, dancing and singing, feeling part of their "family."

aboard his pick-up, Sister Mary has shown us the reality of Mazabuka, including "Good Samaritan House, the shelter of Don Maurizio. Also here we noticed a considerable growth in both the center of that same community that lives there. On the whole show was a young twenty-eight Zambian named John, who diligently took the place of the Milanese priest returned home for a few months.
During our brief visit we also made a brief stop in the "fishing village", an Aboriginal community that still lives in tribal level in dilapidated huts and sanitary conditions poor to say the least!

The next day we went to Livingstone, a city that boasts one of the UNESCO World Heritage site as " Victoria Falls!

Their spectacle is due to the particular geography of the place where arise: a deep and narrow gorge, which allows you to fully enjoy the whole front of the falls (more than 1.5 km long and 128 m high on average). Africa continues to give us emotions, including through its wonders, why this continent is not only death, misery and poverty, but also nature and wildlife.

At the end of the day we came back to "City of Joy" in the aftermath, the group is divided to allow three of us - Dr. Onofrio Caputi Iambrenghi, Sara Giangaspero and Luigi D'Ingeo - to be able to experience and Mazabuka ensure that the same will continue to grow even more active with the work of the group of high school, while the remaining 9 are returned to Lusaka to continue to work on their projects.

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The volunteers of the "Tedone" on the front page in the Sunday Post of Zambia

The group of volunteers from the project "A world of good" (boys and leaders of Ruvo Corato and Terlizzi), led by Nunzio Apostolic S. Bishop Nicholas Ecc.za Sunflowers, were guests of the drafting of the national newspaper of Zambia, for a site visit and a meeting on civil rights and democracy in Zambia.

The newspaper and the Nuncio, who shared the importance, in the context of national and global political situation, commitment to democracy and world peace. In this sense, public institutions, the church, religious organizations, volunteers and independent media can play a key role in the economic and social growth of the country.
The Sunday Post newspaper in Zambia has been operating for 19 years and lies in the independent press that try to play a role as a stimulus for the government and political forces. Bishop Sunflowers stressed the importance of the role played by the newspaper in the nation for the high number of readers who follow him. The meeting saw the volunteers involved in "a world of good" that asked questions and expressed opinions on the meaning of volunteering, the school in particular, as a stimulus for young people to address properly the issues of globalization.

Here is the link with the Zambian newspaper:
http://www.postzambia.com/post-read_article.php?articleId=12200

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After the first 14 days of work in Lusaka, we inform you that the group of boys of "a world of good" has shifted in Mazabuka, 200 km from the capital, where he was hosted by Sister Maria Mazzone in the complex of "City of Joy," which has already hosted the group in the last edition. Will confront a new reality (some already known), other problems, and will live as the "City of Joy" has changed over time thanks to the various activities of the boys stessi.Lì will remain until next Monday, so for any problems communication related to the internet will not be possible for them to update the blog. But quiet! The guys are good!

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Look to the sky

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Last night I looked up to heaven. I've always done since I came here and I'll never stop until you do I will stay. The sky of Africa is not the sky of shooting stars to be entrusted with his dreams and wishes, not the sky that soothes the soul when you look, the sky is not starring in our ephemeral sense, often frivolous. The sky holds and much more generously bestows. Keep the depletion of futility of our lives, the condensation of emotions, merging, fall into devastating downpours during the rainy season. He tells stories ever told and lives badly lived, where lived. Accompanying winds that sweep away all the gray hinterland, because here there is no room for bitterness, tears, emotional distortions. The red earth of Africa did not need this to grow, but new life energy that already partially absorbed from the bowels of the earth through the deep roots of baobab, prophetic. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry was concerned that these trees could occupy the entire asteroid on which it stood. Today, presumptuously, I say that if he stopped to watch a bit 'better, would have understood that their magnitude is their intrinsic task deeper to support the weight of the sky, the African one, in which lie the answers to the most atrocious endless questions that the confrontation with this reality presents us. And as the intense light of its stars stubbornly continues to get despite many of them now do not exist anymore, so the stars of the night sky of Africa sends us constantly, who, alas, rarely we catch. I admire him at dawn, when clear, clear, reflects what is left of "wild nature" African, purity, tranquility, freshness of the oldest lands trodden of our "cosmos." In the middle of the day, when filling up with cirrus is defined in an eternal deep, smooth tangency with our mind. And finally, after the most magical moment where every traveler of this world come, but to look beyond the horizon to the west, I admire the night that wins the infinite, and with the infinite, the constellations and the Milky Way: all is magical, unique, makes you think. be clear, I have not written anything for the blog, I wrote something that I wanted to share with you because I was lucky enough to experience Africa and I feel obliged to forward to the next my thoughts and my emotions. And in this starry sky I greet you. A hug!

Luigi D'Ingeo

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Tears of joy, a bunch of children singing "We are very happy to see you here", smiles, pats friendly on the shoulder, shouting. There seemed never to have gone ... all the same, everything static, everything as we left ... a dream again becomes reality!

us for the second time to Mother Teresa, shelter for orphans and the terminally ill.

Despite our first experience was emotionally strong enough to mark our lives, was the one that has spiced with an awareness and a maturity that now allows you to establish deeper relationships and to fully live their own pace and their everyday life.

Our commitment is in absolute simplicity.

the morning of the first to give us smiles and tears are the children who cared for side by side with "mami."

at 10:30 am Children between the ages of Aged 3 and 6 are waiting for us along with their enthusiastic teacher, for a variety of educational activities that integrate the didactic program.

After lunch, waiting for the kids wake up from naps, our Activity continues in the female ward of the terminally ill, singing, dancing and lessons in local languages \u200b\u200b(Nyanja) that draw us into a culture to live every day more and more intensely. This time there also happens to help them work manuals.

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we try to brighten their days,

and often we become ridiculous just to get them smile.

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we improvise and mothers

we also have the chance to hear their first words,

see their first steps.

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that we are close to them when they fall asleep

always there and also in their wake.

We demand that their daily "come back tomorrow?"

short, regretfully say no.

To them, which does not take much to be happy.

They ... Our Africa!

Mary Mary One & Two