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
- 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
Onofrio Caputi Iambrenghi
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