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The Dreamers

Even today nothing scribbles ...

On the other hand I could not resist the temptation to put the video of my little beasts that they roll in style!

In more concrete words: without my knowledge I found on YouTube filming a show in May in Parma, where I and my guests were super kids I teach breakdancing.

I ask all of you (of course in the hope that sooner or later someone walk you to visit my blog!) To devote three minutes of your time and watch these kids dance!

not just to see who knows what tricks but only for the simple reason that I would be pleased.

Unfortunately you can not admire their beautiful choreographer, I of course, but perhaps the better!

Thank you all! :)

PS: I have not seen any posts dedicated to the Christmas greetings I take this opportunity to them to you now! Happy Holidays!

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Under the Snow

The other day it snowed ...

Aside from being virtually left on foot with the car and I started to read The Picture of Dorian Gray (the two are not related) I spent some 'time to reflect.

Well yes! The snow makes me such an effect! It makes me think! So here I am in my first post and boring talkative, thoughtful, and partly melancholy, innovative and revolutionary!

Do not worry, I'm kidding ... maybe ...

that will most often happen in the holidays, I do not know why, but when it snows I think of many moments of my adolescence ... from snowballs in the country and then be drinking hot tea Past New Year's parties to make the cabin and sleep in someone's house, to escape from the school trip to Reggio by bus to buy comic books to trips by bus to school mornings to do the donkeys. From the icy cans and the smell of paint on the wall to the first training of breaking with the cold floor under my hands ...

And I think if I go back I would have near the same people who were with me in those moments.

Returning to serious talk: reflections than useless I found inspiration for some interesting scenarios!

dramatize Given that I do not know, I'd be able to scribble something. The only small problem (in fact there are so many ...) is to find an ending to every story.

And even here in the future we'll see if anything good will come out.

Hope is the last sentence to die ... granted ... I'll try to jot down some draft ...

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Young Tex


And here's the finished version of the previous post!

imagine how you see my clumsy familiar with the china!

I must admit I thought the worst but lack of experience makes itself felt ... we hope that future work will go better!

accepted advice! :)

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Young Tex...sketch

talking about anything but his faithful Glauco (and you ask "who?") And going to scuriosare blog Raul Cestaro, do not know why but I felt like trying to draw my own version of Tex.

is actually a wish that I had for a long time ... and there have never been able .....

This time with a little 'more effort I came to have a good draft in my opinion ... even if Tex seems a little more than twenty years old! And here's a preview

:

faded pencil (originally in cyan) ... a black & white and a watercolor fintissimo give it some time x 'color!

china ... now only lacks the will and laughs ....

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Sketch by Matteo Scalera

my stuff today nothing!

On the other hand you can admire a spectacular sketch signed Matteo Scalera !

buy his wonderful artbook! Highly recommended!

nice day!

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Crystal

E 'for some' that are still ... damn!

This sketch is of some time ago: the idea came from one pose to ironman and since I was covering a few episodes of the knights of the zodiac, they have created a Crystal a bit 'less than usual manga!

never finished ... obvious ...

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The Black Cauldron

Unbelievable but true ... I have finished coloring!

saw the countless works started and never finished that I leave behind I thought that this design did the same end ... but no!

Maybe make this blog really moved me ...

Back to us: although he had a great teacher, coloring is still quite boring ... mah! overall I'm not complaining ...

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Teresa ceremony

Milan, Italy, September 5

I wore the shirt the hospital again, "our T-shirt" I've been doing it for Teresa to make you feel closer to all the friends and colleagues Salaam and Mayo.

After you shared together for fifteen years, the time of friendship, respect for life and the suffering of all, after long time of love, hope, fear for his personal fortune, Emergency announces the death of its President Teresa Sarti Strada.
With the same openness and with the same ease that he had wanted for the life of Emergency, Teresa also accepted in these last days its close proximity to those who wanted to be next. Serenity aware with which it had suffered at the end of his time gave courage and determination that are the truth of our actions in an activity that gave meaning to his and our existence. The sweetness of remembrance for us coincides with the renewal of our commitment to peace and solidarity.

EMERGENCY

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Amsterdam, July 26, 2009, at 15

Last night there was a farewell to Soba and all the friends left behind. Less moving than I expected, you see that I had sold out of emotion with that of Mayo. For dinner, I did make a speech, I was very short and they all understood why, after which I went to finish packing, and when I left the room with the two huge trolley were all sitting in the middle of the garden wall that demarcates the central path. I embraced them all one by one: Antonella, The Queen, I was near the beginning and who shared the secret of this blog: Monica and Helen, the first to welcome me and take me to change money, Alfonsina, the logistics Marco, James, and then Alfredo, and then the new: all of whom I have given very generously a piece of himself in such an important moment of my life. At ten and a half we ended up hugging, we mounted on pick up, Clare, James and I, we were greeted with applause and screams , Elena has thrown water on the car, a gesture of good luck that we learned from the Serbs, and left in the night. At the airport we stopped a little and then inside, documents, visa and on. At that point I discovered that I had remained in the hands of 60 pounds of cash Mayo (bring them to those of Emergency I'll have to go see in the next few days) and I realized that I no longer wearing my backpack, with PC and all the rest: for once I was afraid (I had not had nearly two hours before when I did not find the passport was in the wallet, but I had already scoured the garden and raised the alarm ) until Clare saw him, leaning on the ground to control, I left there after the car passed safety. If I did that in any other airport I would not have seen. It was not the last heartbeat: there was the ceremony of weight and even if I did my tests I was afraid of trouble, thank God that there were. It was midnight when Clare and I walked through the door and we entered into international territory, at a quarter we were embarked and we took off. Is just past the hostess, as promised, we took the wine (terrible, but who cares?) And we made a toast to his companions stayed at Soba.

Khartoum Goodbye, and thanks.

Now I'm here, one of the canals of Amsterdam, watching the water flowing and the people who walk and ride around me, flowers, green. I was expecting a list that now there is: two worlds are so different that I can not, at least for now , to be confused with each other.

arrived this morning in Skypol we wandered to the huge airport and the first thing that struck us were the liquor stores: the second astronomical prices (but no: only European) than those of Khartoum. Clare greeted me at the train into the city: she left again after an hour, I was touched all day here.

I walked at the pace of office for almost eight hours, visited the Van Gogh museum for good (11 years ago we were there with the boys: they were also good but we could not exaggerating) have a nice day drinking beer sitting at a bar in the Rembrandtplein, and now I'm tired: the voltage is going.

What remains of all this? I will understand it very slowly, and will trust him to at least not this blog. Of course, I was all: I have lived things I had only seen on television or the movies: I've changed. But how? What effect will do for me? Me Time will tell, I now need to reflect.

Writing, as I understood, it was a good cure, kept me connected to the world, allowed me to concentrate on what was happening around me.

The blog, the link tenuous and impalpable with you and with myself over: henceforth walk alone. Maybe I will draw a book from these notes, as I had thought about doing from the beginning: my son Mark was thinking of posting those who were in the blog notes not to lose, not to forget what I saw. And if you write it, perhaps this book will have a different ending, but here I can not greet all, one by one, including The Queen, which I read now, before closing for the last time the pc and take the Skypol to train.

few hours I'll be home in the middle of Kawaja. I do not know if I will be better or worse, I'll certainly different.

Thank you all. And to paraphrase my beloved Dickens: as Tim said, the little that God bless us, everyone us.

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July 26 July 25 July 24

Khartoum, Sudan
July 25, 2009.

night before turning them from side to side, thinking of all
what I did today. Now I'm in Mayo, the last minute.
I look around trying to give a farewell to all this.

Yesterday, after I had written, they called me: party
urgency to the camel market, one thing that I had lost. I dipped
(forgetting the mobile home where Isa
called me all day) thinking that there I could buy the gifts that I missed. Instead

confusion: we were reaching a group that had started early with
national who had organized the trip. Pina
unfortunately got sick (she too) and came back with our van, so we
aggregates, for better or for worse, the trip organized by the National
.

At the market there was a lot of great people, and also the restaurant area (where we ate
, imagine a bit ', camel meat.
You may not believe but it is good, much better than karuf), and right before you go
led us away to see about fifty camels, poor beasts. We
done as the Japanese declined, with camel photos and so on that bus
scassatissimo: to keep behind closed doors there was a contrast to
box of fruit. On the back of the bus were
national nurses, who sang and clapped their hands as we did in school trips
: and with us was one of their parents, just imagine if they send
sun with Kawaja.

They took us to Tuti Island and frankly it was awful. It
a small island in the middle of the Nile, which in future will be built around:
they took us there because their mentality is a green lawn
stuff to show to tourists. But it's only fields and trees, bare,
on the river, nothing more. And girarsela all, no water, at half past two, with a
Sudanese who wants to be polite and always speaks to you in
ears, is a nightmarish experience. Finished that we went on a boat
and we're back on the right side along the Nile, where we
drained a liter of water per person. Then we went back to
house destroyed and my gift was no longer spoken. So here I go to Riyadh
where there is a shop and get some (Inshallah) the driver of the 6. At 7
home, finish packing and then dinner.

At least this is the program.

time balances, time for farewells, time to look into it. Today

Alfredo Mayo came to see: in fact, I understand only
end, he wanted to greet me in front of national and party with them, we kept
to gratify. Beautiful stuff moved in 55 years, even at noon
: God only knows what tonight will combine.

I am writing these notes in the hot room that serves as office,

and totally transformed by the changes taking place: the sauna
'm doing (the cooler does not work) is almost equal to that suffered

on Tuti Island. Simply, go out to look at the field and the clinic will close tonight

this latest installment in Khartoum.


19 Hours

Leavin Mayo was moving, with hugs to all, with Safe
that was a picture as they could, including the image of the gate that closes behind us
. And then as they left the ambulance staff
someone down the road hugs and bright eyes. I have sung

their version of the waltz of the candles, and then another poignant farewell melody.
Kharda Fatma and I have a gift for Isa, saying
to tell my family that love us. It 'was hard, but since
known to be a man of ice are not burst into sobs, and I think
already a success. Howard, the driver greeted me for leaving last
in Riyadh, the old house, we counted to find
opened the shop, where the lady showed me the festivals and
a good discount, so I remedied the error of the camels. I remain very
5 pounds, maybe I'll use them at the airport for a bottle of water or juice.

Back home I put the flags in the kitchen, with the pen: a new and clean
Clare, the other one lived for me. The PC continues to
but always starts off with a little push: poor,
has done his duty to the end.

I think the worst of the emotion has passed: greet friends
that children will be less hard and the people of Mayo. But I will tell you.
tomorrow (inshallah) account to send the last episode of this blog
any internet point of Amsterdam, in front of a good beer.

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Khartoum, Sudan
July 24, 2009.

One day of rest marked by a sudden downpour and
Antonella (the pharmacist, The Queen, the Queen of the Glaciers)
who thought well of feeling ill. Nothing serious at the end, but it took a good
fear: a hypotensive crisis vagal why he could not even get
. He called for help to Mary Snow and dragging
managed to open the door. I arrived five minutes later with a
Gabriel and Pina, was white as a sheet and terribly frightened. He
made a lot of tenderness you feel bad it feels alone. The
we were close for a while ', then slowly fell asleep and now
is much more serene. The truth is that this place exhausting, even if you sleep with the air conditioning
, even if you work in a cool place. Yesterday

start relaxing: I woke up at six
and ran into the kitchen to prepare the fruit salad for the party in the evening with
fruit I had bought the day before on the way back:
no sacrifice from when I learned that I sleep badly and little delivery.
Gradually others came to breakfast
looked at me astonished and I warned them that dinner is waiting for them. I
finished at 8 and half (12 apples, twenty bananas, three white melons, watermelon half,
grapefruit juice and orange slices of orange and grapefruit to garnish,
no sugar) and I understand these things in the kitchen because they do not make
ever: very easy, but a time perdta exaggerated. I had an appointment at 9
to start with Antonella and Khalifa, our driver, because before we had to do
an avalanche of bureaucratic things, first of all copies of documents
for Mayo, where we can not print due to a lack of PCs.
Last night I rebuilt all the documents of our competence, and
yesterday morning in Mayo, on my pc, we have put into the statistical data from
from paper folders: a big job, but it is made.

So we started out calmly, to the point that while we were getting
Khalda phoned me, very concerned about not having seen
thought of an accident or trouble. Arrived at the clinic
I looked around as a farewell, even if tomorrow we'll be back again:
we completed the move of the shelves, arranged, then put the
statistical data, and then I worked on my final report. Meanwhile
I did wash the flag that has flown to Mayo for three years,
torn, faded, and I said that I was leaving tomorrow to national,
asking them to leave their signature on the flag. Are were very, very affectionate
. Then there are the four I brought all the Italian gelato
Tutti Frutti, in Riyadh, and I offered ice cream at all.
E 'was a good way of saying hello, chatting of this and that
in the garden enjoying the ice cream and smiling tomorrow will be harder, I think
. I already have Magone.

Once at home then there was just enough time to put the final touches
fruit salad and the pasta was already on the table. Sauro had sdata
and they came out with a really fantastic matriciana, after which we immediately jumped
fruit salad and ice cream (I had brought from
All Fruits). Mark, that really is a dear boy,
beer and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel's: I love the peaty Scotch and Yankee
consider that a shame, but, guess why, I
like crazy. And I must say that the salad was really there
well, seeing is believing.

I celebrated but I have a niche: I did not want to talk or
nor to "make the speech": I think I'll write something and let
attacked in the kitchen tomorrow night. I'm not a rock
in certain occasions and in this place I leave a little piece of me.

Marco has finished all of this on the stereo, but no one wanted to dance
. We left on, and we got on the "rooffino. A
Riyadh was the terrace, the roof, the roof here
have created something like that on the terrace overlooking the Nile in.
We went to look at the stars and talk, and I love it: much more in my style
a ball, and much more suited to my mood
these days, a bit 'sad, a bit' anxious to return home. It 'been
yet more opportunity to chat with Monica, Elena, Mark,
Thulika, Mary Snow, Alfredo. Perhaps he never talked:
interesting person, beautiful, too. He spent his life in
organizations abroad, in Africa, Afghanistan: has seen thousands of people,
has been in almost every country in the world, speak more languages \u200b\u200bthan I
think, and likes to pretend to be a hard and is as good as
bread. Here is the manager, and does everything to make us feel better, even when there
can feel the effort and enough for us. Last night was the male colonizer
, just to piss off the girls,
theorizing the correctness of the views of Africa and so on, but
grinning beneath his mustache. The only thing is that forgiveness is not a victim of internet
chess, no longer able to enjoy a game
calmly in front of a chessboard, play games from a neurotically-
two minutes, adrenaline, no taste and no reflection
together to analyze a position.

My poor pc gives evidence of the pre agony. As James
had predicted, now is not enough to keep it lit:
was blocked this morning, I had to back off and on again. On the other hand
I can not complain, you got to the end and at home I expect a new
. I wonder if it makes sense to bring a corpse back
information on all Amsterdam, as it is also nice weight, but put it in
suitcase is the only final death sentence in the hold of the aircraft is less
30, everything is electric defunge . And if was reparable,
shave all my comments? No, I'll take it in your backpack and try to find
airport in a box where you can leave a key.

Tonight I packed. I just donated blood (thanks to Mary Snow
which opened bearing the blood bank on Friday, but tomorrow

are in Mayo, I could not go there) and I borrowed a

sling from the ground to assess the weights of my suitcases. We return
well without problems. And this afternoon, inshallah, I return to
Ondurman for last minute shopping for the boys. We hope it does not rain, otherwise will be without
: Is it really a mockery of fate that with all
what I said about that place should we hope to come back ...

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Khartoum, Sudan
July 22, 2009.

hectic day, very little Sudanese style and more style
Kawaja which I fear I'll have to readjust very velocemnete. So: the
breaking news Saturday night to give me a runner, with arrival in Amsterdam
morning at 7. After that 12 hours in Holland and then
way home. I guess I'll go to town, maybe the Van Gogh Museum
if it is open, now I will look on the internet.

This story has made me the last frantic days, with a foretaste
slow go stealthily and slowly look around the
studied, to savor the taste and the feelings put into memory.
But I am here to make the Japanese tourist, to look around and take pictures
falemico or mental images, while working and while
try to organize everything.

In addition to the hard drive is definitely dead Mayo: Jacopo
has even removed in the hope of extracting the data, but there was nothing to do
. Last night I was up at midnight to rewrite the
nutrition project with which I intend to deliver my final report, in case they pull it off
emergency response and now I was ready to pick out the statistics
July data on paper. But Fatma and Kharda
were very nice and insisted him to them, taking off from
trouble. In

with tonight, I confess, I slept very little, as I
happens on the eve of departure, and this morning I was a wreck. Fatma
is due to leave for Bashir and I replaced
instead of putting them to work on the pc: around noon when I finished I started to see
witches. For more since we had finished early Antonella
thought (and was a good idea) that it was a good day to make the changes
logistics that we had thought. Moving
shelves and cabinets that were there from the opening of Mayo
we were able to leave a room, where before we kept the drugs now we have a meeting room
.
But it was a move to full-blown. At about three and a half
cleaner, pity, brought me a cup of tea: I thanked him, I said that
not matter, but she told me that I was worried visibly tired.

Tomorrow will tell the group that on Saturday, after closing, I take them to ice cream
"Tutti Frutti" and greet them there, offering ice cream (a luxury for Sudanese
): I predict long faces, and a lot of emotion on my part.

As you know the tradition provides for a party on the last day and a flag
made available for signatures and dedications. Well, I did lower the old flag
Mayo, been there for three years and now
in unspeakable conditions, and I did replace with a new one. That old, frayed, torn, gray
even after being washed, lived and suffered in the wind and
all'habub, I blame myself and I do get their signatures. I am very proud
.

regard to party with friends of the hospital, I bought fruit
will tomorrow and I will keep the salad: and I will take the ice off
Tuttifrutti. Sauro has promised a carbonara and the usual Mark, who is really a paste of
boy beer. What else do you need? The Serbs put the music and we
party, hoping it does not rain:
last night came down a storm that looked just say "you guys
the tropics in case you had not understood."

Since yesterday evening inauguration of the first hall, with video and movies on the big screen
(the wall). Frankly exciting: Sauro, who is
the second mission, he brought with him 300 films, Gabriel 150. The problem is deciding
, and already I foresee long nights spent arguing over which film would be good to see
, and finished at midnight
with the conclusion that now is too late.

last thing I had to say, happened two days ago (but I've had many
...). While still a child when I held a drawing a sketch of blood
I finished on the back of his hand. I cleaned immediately and monitored
: no wounds or scratches. Comuqnue I do
HIV testing and Hepatitis B: Hepatitis B is positive. I am vaccinated and the skin was
integrates ... comuque for Christmas I bought a black suit, with yellow
there is fine.

Enough: go to the movies!

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Khartoum, Sudan
July 21, 2009.

are quite a bit upset, but the reason I tell you the end.

really full day, with no time to draw breath. It begins
soon as usual: wake up 6.30 and breakfast on the Nile, and now
I can make my coffee, I'm settling. But I'm tired
now, perhaps a sign of what will happen.

As we go to Mayo Antonella speaks to me at length about the problems we are facing
, and just as we are almost there with the ambulance incorciatore
Fatma Bashir directed to the board: already there
I would want to come back and put in indiero
bed because if the ambulance left at 8:03 minutes, cat breeding there.
When we arrive we are told that it was meningitis, now recognized as a risk
by nurses during triage and sent the runway just arrived
the ambulance with the rest of the staff: it starts well.
PC Connection, I'm in uniform, cap. I visit restless
28 children, many malnourished involving examinations, follow-up care.
too much nonsense for luck, and trivial things, but mix
the rest. Flutter with Teresa, who is the Sudanese
of our nurses, in the sense that it takes its time, speaks lentanente,
slowly gets up, goes to get the patients, while I'm shivering like a good
Kawaja. Well, maybe they are right. Or maybe not, because apart from me, the people are waiting
. To finish the twelve, and I'm working on my
final report, when it stops working the pc of the surgery. Shortly
evil, we have a backup right? No, I'm Antonio, I had
said it yesterday but we had no time. Swallow. Come on, bring the pc to
Soba, connect the hard to another PC, save more.
So is the video card, probably.

Here comes the mother of that child with hydrocephalus, the
terrible story I told yesterday: good and bad news. The brother
do the test, thanks to God is not, and this is good news. That is bad
the baby with hydrocephalus, was sick, he came
high fever. Led him to Khartoum, so we try to understand why you do not
noticed that he had anemia and why they have not worked when it was
time. The door Kharda, and what gives is the third news
bittersweet: they had sent by neurologists to make a
resonance and response, but my mother has never gone there.
thought that it was not necessary because the child had indeed a big head, but he was fine. And
feared that would have to pay (but no one had told it to him).
So if the news is less bitter on the one hand (nesun took advantage, no one has
monstrously neglected this child) is more for the other: this
mom COMESSA a terrible mistake, that you and your child will pay
the price of a lifetime. Who knows why he did it, I wonder
: Do not you understand? Have not explained? They did it hurt? Meanwhile

emergency on each other. There is a failure to water, the pump will not be
. We call Salaam, send us a plumber.
work without water is impossible, there are nearly 100 people out in the sun. The plumber arrives
Sudan, the water comes back, then he decides to fix the
pump, the hand remains in a tap, no more water, and perhaps as a final
. Ritelefono the poor Marco: Look here is red alert.
Without water, we end today, but tomorrow we're closed. Guido and Roberto
arrive, the surveyor: long consultations in the evening and the water comes back, thank God
We take the opportunity to see all the little problems that afflict us
technical and waiting for days to be repaired because the logistics
rightly focused on the houses. Meanwhile Marco

I called back to give me the news that upsets me and I said at the beginning
: birth Saturday night, a week before,
because there are no flights available for the right date.
three more days of work and nothing else.

If I said I was sorry I'd be lying: I'm tired, I want to return
. But I'm sbalestrato, I was slowly pulling from all this and so I will
even more confused.

Salaam I go back to a little morose, I'm going to try to repair the logistics
PC and there the wood: the hard disk is to be his own party,
data is lost.

When I say to Antonio almost fainted. Fortunately, looking good between
copies of his pen on the excel file which has lost weeks there:
are missing, but we can reconstruct the data in this paper
days. It 'clear that I stop just to visit and I'm interested in
these things and luckily I had almost made the final report!

Now I'm 8 and I'm stuck in the chamber by a sudden downpour and
deadly: I'm going to eat and then I'm going to redo the
final project on nutrition that is lost but I remember almost word for word
.

E 'already over ... incredible.

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Khartoum, Sudan
July 20, 2009.

full day, but quiet: it's seven and a half, I am very tired,
write quickly before dinner.
up early as usual, slow and relaxed breakfast on the terrace. Two words with Elisa,
a cardiologist who shares with me the charm of a silent contemplation
morning, head to the point of meditation and then on. Today
touch my ward, and I managed without too many problems: almost no
tragic case, except for a small ward in the first minute.
a creature of two years with a big head (yet I do not think a real
hydrocephalus), a frank hemiparesis (but Mom does not seem to know) and
mental retardation. But look at me carefully, follow me, trying to touch
. We took him to cough, but what's with this child? What's the story behind
? It seems it was in the hospital soon, if so, why not
have done a shunt?

I'll know in late morning, arriving when the analysis: a
abdominal infestation by Giardia, which is just an accident of
path, but also has an anemia sickle cell disease. I'm going to do
courage and tell him, so we are all appalled that we have all three of us
doctors, most Antonella. I talk to mutual agreement, the physician Kawaja, and Fatma
translates. I speak in a low voice, warm and try to convey displeasure
but also provide guidance. What comes back is so hard that
Fatma, translating, barely holding back her sobs and tears
visibly. The woman has three children: one died of sickle cell anemia.
This was born of a twin pregnancy, the other twin seems to be fine.
They realized immediately that something was wrong and went to
hospital kept him there for observation and then a proposed or
intervention or a "medical treatment". That choice, there and then went
better, then the symptoms reappeared: have gone back
proposed action and they did not pay the money. True? False?
Rationalization of a terrible reality for someone to blame?
Who knows. Certainly no one had done a test for sickle cell disease, although
knowing that a brother was shot. Tomorrow we will bring the sheets of
hospitals and the second twin to see if, lucky as they are, has sickle cell anemia
him well. Incredible
the misfortune of this poor child and his family.

accompany a couple of children Basheer: one comes from Nubia,
has two years and jaundice since birth, is severely malnourished, has a liver that's
arrives in mid-belly. We do not even exams, why do
pierced twice? The loading and port, it seems more respectful to him
two tests just to see something and meet our pride.
The other port that is a kid who comes home from school, a cut in the scalp hair
very deep strikes bone: a companion with a razor blade shaving
. Luckily it in her hair. Even here, not even to try: we want
anesthesia, tetanus, and points. Kharda
calls me for a suspected appendicitis, but frankly did not have it, unless the child

not been able to cheat: I hope not.

The hours roll slowly, with Antonella'm behind the pharmacy and a thousand bureaucratic
commitments we have the pc broken, maybe the video card.
telephoned the logistics: the houses they have committed but here we have a
series of minor faults to be repaired, which we consider. The pc then
vital, there is all the statistics on which cards work Antonella
a month and lost all my work on nutrition with the proposals to be ready
keep in the drawer.

The four, closes: I take the ambulance this time and I do leave
on the way to Khartoum, where I take a taxi. I go along with Safe, HP,
going in that direction and gently keeps me company.
I discovered that there is a library in the center where you can find postcards and a bit '
of all: I hope to find material for my friend Gordon Gianluca.
a disappointment, but only a text in Arabic, a greeting card
Epper find the tomb of the Mahdi, modern but much better than printing a
my photos. They are the first cards I see, are not sold anywhere:
why is there and that the stakes in Sudan are not their own.

I do take the taxi to the hospital Makka, two hundred yards from where
was the old house in Riyadh. The logisticians have here ORGANIZATION point
arrival of our coaches: Every two hours, finished his work, a bus leaves from
Salaam port here who wants to go into town and back indiertro.
The choice of the place is strategic, because we are always in front of Makka
taxi. I have to wait a long time 'but that's okay because I thought of returning to
8, but I did so early in the library that are
7 when I get home and find it on the PC for a surprise. When I did my interview in Rome with Emergency
was with me a pediatrician Brindisi,
the city that is where I spent my childhood: a nice guy, that
among other things I appreciated for his work on transparencies forum
of pediatrics at which they are writing. I had hit this combination,
and gave me a great pleasure that he saw on your forum
my plea for help to the case I mentioned yesterday, I have written this chiedendoni
experience. Really this is an adventure that takes you back to the surface
one thousand things, even Brindisi and that piece of life to reflect.

But after dinner, because I have a hungry wolf.

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Khartoum, Sudan
July 19, 2009.

I get up at six thirty this morning just for the sake of hanging on to
breakfast from just looking at the river crossing Edgar as yesterday, but
Sauro, the very nice bolognese that comes close to sharing
these moments of peace. We talk softly without realizing it. Then off
: Kalipha, the friendly driver attempatello
(hear that from the pulpit, will my younger readers!)
charge me to cross the border and 16 km to Mayo. There is almost
solution of continuity between Mayo and Soba because this huge underground
belt made of poor villages and refugee camps gripping
Khartoum as a straitjacket. We leave the paved road in a couple of points,
thrown onto the ground bare and dry, through which pass the binary
train: they go out, up and down like a dune, which is one entering
customs in Khartoum. Forgive me of those in the know
these things all the trucks and containers from Port Sudan and Uganda are direct
brought here, in this piece of wilderness to be examined by the financiers
Sudanese comunquue is called the body or officer
here. We pass in the middle of lines of trucks, long stretches of container
and wagons, a quantity of military industry in a blue uniform, then for
emerge on a large paved road that goes to Mayo.
orient me well enough by now and know when it's time to dive into the market at that time
is full of people, donkey carts, scraping,
coaches from all other districts, get to a crawl in that
'jam in which all curses, the sound clacosn,
whip the ass, and then turn around the hole at a time dellla
track that marks the border between Mayo and the empty fields all around.

At 8 I was accurate at the clinic: are sketched to connect the PC to the network
and then I started to visit. Twenty children in three hours, a good media
taking account of the translation: now a few words of Arabic and chew the
"hal, Humm, COHA, Nesle" have no mysteries for me. Here, as in Italy
, those are always the reasons why we wear them, diarrhea,
fever, cough, runny nose. Children are all equal: the smaller
sitting in arm to the mothers who look at me
amazed and try to grab the glasses: the biggest, but fearful that they dare not
protest and those who just can not make it and burst into tears
wriggling like madmen. I will try to change the system in Prato and at least
those in which I must not make a true balance in health
leave their parents' lap, who knows, it works with small Kawaja.
These however are certainly much more respectful, and bear the
fear and pain as it is not normal to us. Culture? Accustomed to the privations
? Fear, simply? I do not know, but I see the difference.

Of course today it looked like the festival of malnutrition, with all collectors
of malnourished children coming to exhibit their best products
. A kind of circus of horrors, I'll have seen six or seven
, the most serious of which have made him take the exams after I put in
ward: I did not dare put them in contact with others outside.
are children who seem to be made of crystal, it is difficult to understand how
may be alive: to look sullen, her eyes huge in
blondish hair, giving the feeling of dust in touch:
dug out the bodies, those little arms you could surround them with a fist
. Fall ill with anything, they seem to wait for the bacterium that
give them the coup de grace, are attached to life as a
a windshield suction cup old under a shower, and you like to see it slip away
slowly, inexorably. And most are irritable, querulous
, everything disturbs them, puts them in a crisis. This is why I put them on
one hand, in a quiet and sheltered, away from other children
, stubbornly refusing to believe that out of here
are thrown to bacteria and infections, sick brothers, sitting in the mud for hours
. I give them antibiotics, vitamins, zinc, preclude
hope that we can make it, that by some miracle someone will give him to eat and
follow our heartfelt advice that the Health Promoter
able to reverse the descent slow and inexorable that sucker
slipping.

Finite visits continue to work on my final report, and meanwhile
give a frightened look to the mail folder of Pediatrics: 1500
mail to read. This is the online forum of pediatrics, in which a couple of thousand pediatricians
crazy like me
discuss their clinical cases. I get a pair of hundreds of emails a week and I soon
store it ... Check if any links

responded to my request for help for the child that brought me safe to visit

yesterday in a tent, a case by the court of miracles: a boy of 11 years
who was well until 7, when the palms of
hands and soles of feet began to have strange thickening of the skin. Now is
become a sort of monster, the skin is cracked like the earth
under the sun, walking hurt. I took photos, we'll see what I say
colleagues. Elisa

I call and ask me advice in the hospital, when I finished
. Salaam I am still going over the account of how different are the
Salaam Center and Mayo, the two sides of the same thing, but two very different faces
. This is a UFO spaceship, surrounded by nature, my
a trench from the First World War. And the work is different:
hospital here in the cool, the cafe, canteen, let me
trying to spit blood boil as little as possible and arrange for dovendomi
lunch. Yet all the internationals when they have a day off
ask to come and spend some time with us, and not for the thrill of horror
. And 'who are conscious of doing a job here
very similar to what they do in Italy: it is rightly so, that's what
Emergency want the highest quality, but also means that you do not have a real contact with the
that is out there. I, however, between
obvious inconvenience caused to the structure, which is still the maximum possible in that situation but
is not a clinic on the border of Switzerland's glaciers, including the
families with which they are in touch with the bets on the field, I live a very strong experience
.

as he walked back home to meet Angela. Angela, maybe there
I have spoken, is a retired nurse, as there were those of a
time sergeants of iron able to shake all the ancillary
primary. E 'Voluntary Emergency for a lifetime, and has long been the
Salaam: here is a little' factotum, follows the kitchen and the laundry,
oversees a bit 'of everything. It 's a special person, like so many here:
gruff, but able to soften with nothing. Skip
alone much of his time, tends to shy restaresene, but agrees to open
if someone approaches her. He tells me
two children that he has special affection in the hospital,
playing for months, trying to help. One of them did not have it done, and she vowed not to bind more
to a hospitalized child: I can understand it. The
I asked them to tell these stories in detail: I promised to Isa

back with some stories about children that could be useful in

ago Emergency meetings in schools.
I promised on Friday to address the issue now behind

the mess of the day: I will certainly. Inshallah, of course.

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19 July 18 July 17

Khartoum, Sudan
July 18, 2009.

I am, as you know is a lazy person. But this morning it was a pleasure
quarter of an hour before getting up at 6 and a half to present a
breakfast half an hour. It was just me and Edgar, the German heart surgeon
: there was no way to get a coffee because I have not learned yet

where they keep the dust in the enormous new kitchen,

but even a tank would have broken this morning .
I prepared a cup of strong tea, I took the two-day old bread
and hard as marble, I put the jam on pretending it was
biscuit and I went to eat
peace in contemplating the holy river. I took my time then, satisfied,
are gone from the driver: I was in the eighth precise Mayo. What a godsend.
I wonder how will I get used to the trill of the phone, to make breakfast
race, I have to drive to go to work. Thank goodness there is in the middle
few days of leave.

Few people today, an effect clear water these days.
I was in surgery and visited only 18 children, however, cases
not very serious, except in two children ... I made a diagnosis of sickle cell anemia
. The first I was not even too upset: a child of
a year, with fever, I had the blood test looking for white
before I wanted to control severe anemia: bingo, damn it.
As I have said, is in a beautiful cross, chronic disease, incurable
in itself, it also allows for a decent life if you do everything to avoid crises
, impossible thing here (at Mayo then!). I tried to explain to
mother (a woman at least six feet high
fully veiled, was only out of the eyes)
through an interpreter what had happened, but she did not seem too upset:
who has not understood? I asked myself the question, but she was one of those classic
women exorcise the tension by attacking. He kept talking,
without actually asking questions, and without waiting for the answers.
This attitude fails to irritate me greatly, and the matter so I slipped
, emotionally, on him. The second was tougher: two parents
careful, aware of Darfur. Their child is three years:
had a fever, and I brought the resignation of the sheet
Bashir a year ago and that two months ago (they were always in
visiting relatives). The first time they have done a blood transfusion, the second
antibiotics were written tests, the test for sickle cell
not have done it. I did it because I saw white as a sheet
pray that God will be wrong, but I have not asked well, why
was positive after a few seconds (sometimes it takes 24 hours to be sure
). By Jon to be my interposed i got them and I
calmly explained everything that I had bad news, that it is not in itself
curable, that it takes full attention, which should be given folic acid, which in
a crisis with certain symptoms hasten to the hospital saying
what has the child, other children that if they have 1 in 4 chance that
happen to them, in short, everything. I concluded by saying that I was sorry
have to give them bad news. I have thanked
because at least now understand what creature had at least one.
I looked into his eyes, and I was sure they understood that
would do the right things for the baby, but an infinite punishment,
for this, I have fallen on me and left me no more.

To make matters worse, over all, get safe,
the health promoters, to bring a case. I spoke Fatma, who advocated a
my yes. A two year old child, already admitted to Khartoum, and from there discharged
with the request to do an MRI. As you know
up to 14 years do not pay the hospital, but only supplies generic
: the resonance pay, costs 250 pounds and they do not have
. So we pay Safe asks us to do?

I look at the folder: have done it all, missing only one. The'd
in Italy? Yes, certainly. Safe ask to see the child again after ten minutes
, live around the corner. A child with severe mental insufficiency
, as well as motor, you can not stand to sit, not speak.
According to the mother, it all started a year ago, with a convulsive crisis
, but this does not mean, may have been a meningitis
which has survived as it may be a degenerative disease, or it may be that it
be realized only then.

What should I do?

I think about it. And I decide not. Or at least that will give a negative opinion Gina,
that is the one to decide really. First, do not change either
prognosis or therapy. The therapy is impossible, it takes physical therapy, psychomotor
, social service ... at Mayo. The prognosis is terrible
in Italy, let alone in these conditions.
would understand the diagnosis: how to respond to parents, to give satisfaction to us
doctors, not to him.

Second, if we take care of children chronically
if we begin to give everything to everyone, we will soon not even giving the antibiotic to those who have the
fever. You must choose, as triage in the morning, as the triage of
Gino Strada speaks five wounded when they come blasting and you only
an operating table: do not choose the worst, he can choose
do it with your help.

Safe to say I tell my mother that I will speak with Gina, who will send
home to tell her the answer. So the final decision will not be mine. I feel really
a coward.

spend the rest of the morning to read the PC (which I brought back
) dozens of messages from colleagues that the debate on pediatric topics
Italian, and I look very far. I decided to launch
a message with the picture of a boy who showed me Safe,
a mysterious and terrible situation in which I can not really make my holy
that: a sort of monster with a thickening of the hands and feet from
gallery of horrors. The hope is that some of the fellow members

mailng list can give me some help.

I feel a little better, but always take taste with a bitter taste in my mouth.

I've got 250 pounds, and maybe buy gifts for the kids. But because
gifts to this and not another?

What a fucking world? Emergency

We give free health care to all, as it should be
but we also know we succeed only in part. We do our
patients who are few in the midst of all the others: we do what we can
, which is little. And when one tries the same feel helpless.

bad I'll sleep tonight.

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Khartoum, Sudan
July 17, 2009.

true that man proposes and God disposes. Meanwhile
dinner last night was not bad, indeed. Angela, who had made the night before in a platter
trenette with sepia
which had aroused some concern, even after the right set of thanks, he did an encore with a
liver Venetian style that has pleased all and
followed by parmesan cheese taken from the heritage of Sauro. Sauro
deserves a description, just arrived but on his second mission here,

former pitcher of weights, rather abundant
in size, very nice, from Bologna to the core:
is left speechless when asked if he preferred
tortellini in broth or sauce. It seems to be a blasphemy to speak to a
tortellini Bolognese sauce. It 'such a dough boy
Italy has accepted orders for food to the point that they have all'areoporto
blocked by weight: and have done so much and have been told that the
have missed the plane and he had to start the next day. He led
salami and cheese, part community property and part
ordered by friends from here. E 'assets jokes and fun that makes
happy to see it. This morning it occurred to breakfast with eggs and bacon
and theories yet signed last year's Christmas dinner,

when he organized a team of international

the morning and brought to the table 60 kilograms of homemade tortellini .

After dinner, however, instead of the quiet chat, a warm, muggy
has marred what was supposed to be the first party at Soba, and only a
scatenatisisma Alfonsina together with Antonella she started to dance, the others are limited to
look. Including myself, suffered a stroke of unexpected and melancholy
pesantuccia, I am not able to figure out if
home or away for this adventure is about to end, perhaps both, because we
complicated and contradictory.

Tonight, the scorching heat has turned into a torrential downpour and still
that lasted until mid-morning, with predictable results.
has started raining again in the refectory and in some rooms, the logisticians
have interrupted the current to understand how we were made,
to prevent short circuits, and the atmosphere at breakfast was rather gloomy
despite the day's festivities. Nothing is more depressing that do
breakfast watching a dreary drizzle, two or three buckets to collect water that drips
. I responded by doing

a fruit salad (one of the few things I can do
, just patience and a knife as well as fruit) that
eat tonight after karuf cooked by the Serbs. Not that there is
exposures of cooks, is that you try variations. Take your PC to the hospital and
before the batteries run down I started to make two
chatter, the sun had returned and was able to make a home movie
groped as promised, the final scene sees Elena and Anton
sitting disconsolate in the dining hall between the basins, the stuff of a Seventh Seal.
Chatting with joy I discovered that Gabriel and Pina went to
Ondurman: not because I wanted to join (Libera Nos Domine), but maybe because I
can buy those little things that I have left to buy,
since I bought a second case where
put everything I had brought in the bags away from Riyadh. After that her heart more light
I'm back in the quiet room to read.

need to get used to these new patterns of campaign.
the only sounds heard are the braying of donkeys, impressive, very strong,
the cries of birds, crickets and frogs in the evening. A quiet
unexpected, a return to nature after the city, dust,
machines. Yesterday I was in Khartoum around all day
contrast I found it even more sensational and strident
even more enjoyable here. Of course, the risk is not to go out and
increase very soon as the common rooms will be ready and we find ourselves
between us not only on the terrace or sit in the driveway
central court, but also on carpets to read or watch a movie .
Especially for all the others who work here at the hospital is almost a
monastic isolation, but also has its positive aspects. Last night they called the room
Elena, who was found, and instead of 40 minutes and 40
to go back, more time to wait for the time of the driver,
It took 5 minutes to get to and from: Hereafter .

In this relaxation, only we are not really nervous, even those which
raining in your room or have other minor inconveniences, but the logistics
that now are almost hysterical poor boys.
sure that if you think we went to move the exact day he started to rain
(after more than a year that did not fall
a drop of water) and since then it rains every night, you have to admit that
have an extraordinary bad luck. Added to the stress of moving,
of things to finish, the inevitable failures, these trouble. The
rumor attributes the problem to bad welds
made of container, because of the way of working of the company who made
works, and what appears likely. We must remove the cover
bamboo, make a hollow tar and then put the bamboo
a big job. However I maintain that they have done well to move without delay
again: if you give a date does not touch the thing with the air
necessary.

Tomorrow begins the last two weeks, we have now.

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Khartoum, Sudan
July 16, 2009.

This morning I started very late. We are organizing and the driver (an Arabic name unpronounceable, known by Italians as "meatball" for reasons to be rediscovered in the mists of time) could only get to 8; Mayo have the national open. From Saturday, we will organize it better, even if my presence is not being required to start working. The triage shall do them, and they do them very well.

Anyway I had plenty of time to prepare well, get a good shower and a good half hour for breakfast. The ability to do it sitting at a table on a terrace on the Nile I am so glad that I appea shrugged at the news that we could not have coffee: you can not even find the gut of the hob burners and those are still here larger than those in Riyadh, even the coffee pot is on the needles of 12, rest stroke directly the hole and the gas is not the case. Given the time and saw that there was strangely the jam I made myself a sandwich and a cup of tea, a good mood. A Mayo situation under control and apparently nothing complicated cases: apparently because they did not last long. They came two children, both visiting relatives from two different areas of Sudan. The first two years, had a bad malnutrition, with a hemoglobin level of 5, say 5. I personally could die suddenly have to 8. But all in all it was still understandable. The other Kharda told me that he did not know what to do: a child of 7 years in the mountains of Nubia your opinion with hydrocephalus and mental deficiency anemia and a frightening, 2.9 hemoglobin. Vado to see it: it is difficult to define a pale skin black comeiI Nubians, but whites were earthen and lime-colored nails. Other than hydrocephalus: the poor man has a chronic anemia from birth, perhaps a thalassemia, and nobody has ever transfused. Then your bone marrow is so ipetrofico that has deformed the skull, as they did from us to thalassemia many years before transfusion. It has a slender body that fails to support it, is always in the arms of his mother, and this head larger than normal. Mental retardation, if it really exists, is probably due to lack of oxygen.

I brought them both in Khartoum, the university hospital, because they need not only qualified support (just as an example, if instils them too at least the second is now in heart failure) but also well made a diagnosis. I found two very kind pediatricians, who agreed with me on the hypothesis thalassemia, and I have entrusted them with the quiet heart. Only at that point the driver told me he took advantage to go to Soba to make diesel fuel that seems to be Salaam. I mean to say: because we went to Rome, from Florence, you might as well make a trip to Bologna. However I did the best of a bad situation and I took the opportunity while he was diesel, to see a child in the intensive unit Salaam that I had talked and I promised to go to visit after work. In short, between one thing and another son returned to Mayo to the two after nearly four hours by car, dehydrated and tired like a camel after crossing the Sahara. Why then I say that it is cooler, but they are always 40 beautiful abundant, and even a little 'damp now, even if there is a bit' of wind that makes you breathe. At the short end of the clinic have been there just a little: however, it begins Saturday. Back here at home, attached to the computer without damage and felt a bit 'of heartache for the air conditioner was wrong, I shrugged and I began to read in the garden. At some point the current is skipped, the generator began operation of the hospital and recovery conditioner it is adequate. I say, that the disease is infectious pc now? We'll see.

I expect a great dinner (okay, however, a dinner) and chat on the Nile. Tomorrow placed me on the terrace with a good book and I do not move the world collapsed.

Happy weekend everyone!

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Khartoum, Sudan
July 15, 2009., Saint Henrik.

moved two days, basically because of the environment and
the organization of the new environment. In practice, changing lifestyles,
ways of relating, ways of making group, traditions and customs. E '
interesting to notice how a group of women men and forced to live
establish the rites, practices that serve to live
without major conflicts. And these traditions have been completely distorted
with new houses thirty adults had
reinvent everything from scratch. Groups were dissolved and others have reformed, and ritual
5 of watermelon are personally passed to the smoke of his pipe
the Nile.

As I said, the place is beautiful, and I plan to spend Friday in
photograph and film: just to make a complete report, never admitted
someone is interested in seeing it. I am organizing photos and videos in different chapters
because I imagine that, depending on the occasion,
will be different things to show: children rather than
Mayo Hospital, Khartoum rather than the faces of international
service with me.

The impression of everyone, after much discussion, doubts and fears, is that the
place is fantastic: I have not heard anyone, not even the most dubious
tarsloco before, that he was not happy. The Serbs have quietly
almost grabbed the roof of the cafeteria, a small terrace where they can be
6 people, and always eat there regardless of
time. We're usually under the covered terrace overlooking the river
: you could spend hours looking at the current chat,
that is swelling every day since the rains started:
seems that when you arrive safely in the middle of the terrace.

course, as always in a move is still much to be done. The logisticians,
poor boys have their eyes out and I'm really under pressure
: the rain drips in the dining hall and a bedroom,
this morning there was no water, and so on. I must say that we are very
understanding, and thank them there, which is not enough to make them trot
less. The most comprehensive of all was Antonio, the last
Sobanella: the evening of the room while I feel a little voice call
'dismay, I (was my neighbor) was not his suitcase
and conditioner instead of the wires were disconnected. It was ten
evening and she was quite puzzled. In truth, the room had changed
but the news had not arrived. The trouble is that the poor
has a certain amount of luck, because the room where the ceiling drips
is precisely its (the new one). Despite this I did not hear screaming,
which showed a good self control and understanding of the troubles of
logisticians on the verge of sainthood.


The drive from here in Mayo is more or less equivalent to
old, just do it on the ambulance cot or on the comfortable seat
of even the old pick-up is something else.


rains of these nights (last night the wind was so strong that I woke
) threw down the temperature to the 30, but with a much higher humidity
. The side effect, apart from the mosquitoes that
are raising their heads, is a sickening smell that comes from a Mayo
garbage from the cemetery and I think that people who live there and shake my head
. The curtains of the huts are in pieces, who is not going to work

under the water when it rains the night, the morning after we

few visits because who can stay at home to repair the damage.

Children who bring us still have stessepatologie ever,

respiratory infections and diarrhea, and the rest of the wave aspect nonmi true

malaria November 1. These are the data that I pulled out

old logs, and I think this is related to the habit of sleeping outdoors

until you can. But when the cold people sleep together is easier

infection. At least that's my theory.

On days like today, with fewer children and less confusion and problems
we have more possibilities to consider: I have completed the examination
of nursing procedures, and duties of each of the staff,
and will submit them to the meeting tomorrow. I think we share the "who does what
", and how it does, we all need, doctors, nurses and pharmacists,
to work better, but not to control each other to keep under control
themselves.

Returning to climate Soba yet almost no one wants to do
detour into town and we are here despite the common room with TV
still not ready. We chat, we exchange views.
The other day, on 13, I bought some sweets to the dates, just a joke,
Enrico Caputo, cardiac surgeon, because of St. Henry. On
calendar is 13 but I still celebrate my name day,
in splendid isolation, 15, as it was when I was a kid before I move the
saint. When I arrived here in the evening (it was the evening of
removal) I realized that I had left to Mayo, so I am being
the shacks opposite the hospital, which I believe I have spoken and
selling a little bit of everything relatives of patients as it happens in front
each hospital. I bought a box of toffee
that had been there for twenty years to judge dla dust and I gave those
Henry: so last night at dinner I pulled out the sweets to
dates that I had taken to Mayo and I gave them to logistics as a thank you.
They appreciated the thought, and a little more because the cakes were
hard as rocks. Maybe you will also be good as I had said, but
these must have been made with cement!

Now I had a shower, I'm going to eat (alas, the kitchen remained
standards Ryad) and I will get to chat with his pipe in his hand. Maybe
Isa and the kids still feel before going to sleep, who knows.
accept bets that will not remember my name day, as
tradition so I do a little 'and the victim
reproach him in critical moments (like when I forget anniversaries of controls).

Tomorrow is Thursday for luck began to be just tired.

African American With Ringworms

Diary Diary Diary

Khartoum, Sudan
July 13, 2009.

Here I am at Soba! Day full of adventure and sense of things happened.
Meanwhile, the idea of \u200b\u200bstarting tonight kept me awake as I
always happens, whatever nonsense it is. I managed to forget
few things: the magnetic board (which I hope will jump out
brought by logistics) and the swimsuit boxer
I needed to run, use shorts. Or I find a similar race or amen, the more
that today is a terrible hot and humid. Starting the morning at 7 from a quake like bringing home
behind the pack with the PC on and two sacks of stuff
loads of shoes and shirts is not something to
all day, and in fact there were those who made photographs of the most desperate cases,
my type. If nothing else, I finally made up his mind to purchase
more wrong done to the Sudan, a baseball cap hateful
all'areoporto bought for fear of the sun, never, never, brought.
The ambulance, between my property and that of Antony, he looked like a wagon
Sudanese transport and laughed like crazy.

recovered a minimum proficiency in Mayo runs to attack the PC and then
breath. I did surgery, very intense day and full
of complex cases, though not difficult: I finished the one with the
eyes out, just in time for a couple of emergencies and then for
school children. In the middle of the midwife, who sent us to do the exams

many more pregnant women than the preset limit,

and I had asked to discuss. I told her politely that

not dare to send more women than the preset limit, because

I will have to send them back: and then I attributed the misunderstanding

to my poor English (much better than his). It 's over to tarallucci and wine. I

during the day for those poor bastards who were the logistics
moving around, adjusting, adjusting, and the myriad of things you do during
removals, and have not had the heart to call them: then to the three
I phoned. He said Mark, the logistics of Venice, with a voice
exhausted but still human: I stated that if possible
we needed someone who was there to take. So it
round about five and a half we were the new houses.

A dream.

We move from the place of the door and enters a first court, more
large, which has only one open side of the Nile:
here before, nature is still wild, because during the floods, the great river flows around the hospital
, Inside the court is covered with grass (
nascent state), driveways and huge mangoes: he had seen long Gino Strada
qando talked about in Perugia as a wonderful place. Angle on the Nile
common rooms and cafeteria, with windows overlooking the river and
chance to stand up to eat a small terrace from which you
ranges all around. All simple, in the style of the hospital,
cane and lime, but beautiful. Even the mouse that I found myself in front of
refectory was cute: I made a gesture and
jumped at once, from the exit into the country. Guido said that
should bring a little cat.

My room is tiny but very well designed, comfortable, much more than the
large rooms and a little lonely in Riyadh: a large double bed
comfortable, with a wooden top mattress, a real deliverance
than the killer that I left in the city, a
large table on which to work. I put the computer that, ironically, I
mechanically off in a moment of distraction going away

from Mayo, after all the effort made to keep it on: all
unnecessary work. Thank God it's distributed to the first, good sign (not
who is willing to repeat the eperienza). Small flaw:
internet still does not go here before I go to bed andatre to the hospital and
I connect from there will be fifty meters on foot.
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I return to writing after dinner there was a hot muggy
deadly in the garden, but despite all walking towards the Nile and go walking beneath
eat mangoes
watching the river is tremendously relaxing. I would have been happy to eat out but we got to stay together despite all
that the packers should be: dinner
cheerful, even with Parmesan cheese and salami Antonella 3, said Antonella
Sobanella to distinguish it from the pharmacist ("The Queen") and
Mayonella (Antonella working with me to Mayo).
cheerful despite the sauna We had to stay in the room out of pique at risk
fainting, but it was a special occazione
and we wanted to celebrate. We are aware that we are the ones to usher in the new homes
nonsense ... for charity, but there absurdly proud
a little bit. After dinner (we had no doubt, the same menu in Riyadh)
we went out on a kind of walkway between the dining hall and that of the TV,
which is a covered terrace on the river reeds. There was less hot air and darkness had fallen
: headlights on the other side of the river
mirrored in the water and it was hard to resist the charm of
silence broken only by the frogs. The feeling of tranquility
was contagious and we all sat down to chat. Suddenly he got up
the wind, the wind and the sand that has obscured the lights of the other side of the river
: lightning in the night, far away and then a few drops of rain:
then even more. I returned to my room, passing under
mangoes, with a drizzle that bodes well, inshalla. To close on

see the connection there, slowly but
there: I will send the diary and I'll go to sleep.

I would not say it too loud but this place is great.

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Khartoum, Sudan
July 12, 2009.

Air closing Ryiad: nervousness around. This morning we knew it was the last
breakfast and then in normal circumstances would be earthquake
ate more or less in a hurry as usual and left. E '
amazing how we are small modifications to its habits, even
things which does not even notice, does not notice them at high
habits: I realized today that I always had breakfast with the same cup
coffee, a horrible thing, red plastic, nothing worse
to drink coffee. But somehow I was, and I came
almost want to take her to Soba after which I am given the stupid and
I left there.

still puddles on the ground and areas of mud in Mayo: Even today
mothers and fathers have taken off their slippers before entering, without
and despite no one asking us instead we use our bases
as always. The triage was full, but no serious cases: on behalf
I worked in my clinic and I've visited thirty.
some pneumonia, some ear infections, some enteritis, viral many forms without
consequences for success, and a curiosity. A child who had come
with a bad cough, even without fever or diarrhea, but I noticed a slightly swollen belly
. I had done tests and at the same time
Giardia Lamblia, and even the Amoeba istolitica H. nana! I washed your hands very well after
. Air cheerful at Mayo, with the final meeting where
Antonella made the hair a bit 'to everyone without anyone to take the
. Sign of a good relationship between us. Around one, as always
on Sunday, I went with HP to give lessons to Mandela
an area of \u200b\u200bthe field.
Since the mothers were slow (they came later) we were waiting for a
half an hour, and I crossed the exit of the school. Now, a
Kawaja is always a spectacle of attraction for children: if then the
Kawaja is a doctor dressed in white, and he enjoys playing Chiapparelli
and to pretend to want to eat, Success is guaranteed. I've had I
next fifty, who were playing nearby and be running away as soon as I moved
. After a while I take and it was stampede: one has lost
slippers, I got them and I have put me close
daring him to take them. E 'come a little girl, not him. After that I stayed
stopped and slowly came to their feet. I started
make noise with your hands, something I was always able
for reasons that do not know. They were appalled and a whispered (Abdel Aziz
I translated) that I had to have a chick in his hands. Then I said that I was
a great magician and that the chick was, but not seen. They came
closer. One of the most arrogant, a dozen years, asked me how I
and I told him I had to disappear because I was a magician
but I was tired of getting rid of chicks, now I started with a
baby him. E 'fled to the corner of the houses, between the laughter of
companions, and returned after about ten minutes: I also watched
very well, which did not strange games. Of course it was a take
and leave a good time to panic. In the end I have asked how
my name, where I came from, and so on. Antonella

Come back and I have made to leave Suk Shabi,
to look for the famous five-pound Cochin: none were only four in
everything, but I was very good, I have obtained a 3 pound. Antonia,
if I read you proud of me, honor is vindicated. I also took some photos of the old
market, so different from Ondurman:
fewer people (but maybe not because of Friday), things not by tourists, and indeed for anything
, stalls and kiosks much more dense, and divided fairly rigidly
into sectors. I saw part of seeds and spices, something
clothes, we went to the tissues (amazing stuff, really kitsch of
a legend, and crowds of tailors with old Singer
ready to cut to size and pack the pieces took , were
tents, clothing or other) and then the woodwork, with all the carpenters, blacksmiths
, the way to work. Besides the mechanical repairers:
I noticed a "wasp" whose seat was covered in fur, just like
interiors of all the taxis and Rasha. Why? Imagine what becomes
sixty degrees of leather on ...

Back home, here's an earthquake. The cabinets taken away, put food on the tables
was like being at war. Rather depressed
we went to pack up and bring us below, and there
each went into a panic. Incredible how much stuff we bought a little at a time.
All we calculated to leave in return, the departure, shirts and

useless things, to make room in your suitcase. But still we go home, and then

now be brought to the Soba! I was pretty nervous, even
whereas the PC has strategically chosen a good time to find
take off again. If I put in my suitcase
gifts are left out in several plastic bags shoes, shirts
and all the other stuff. What to do? But then the PC is broken and I looked at the electronic ticket
KLM: I am entitled to two pieces, not one.
On the way I interpreted this as a suitcase plus hand luggage
: error, two suitcases, each no more than 23 pounds, plus the
hand luggage, the more the stock PC. Long live the Dutch! So I bought a
second bag, I'll put shoes, shirts and the like, maybe download a little big for my suitcase
not beyond 23 kg, and are in place. But just
Gift eh?!

dinner we had recovered his breath a little bit and we all reacted
eating together happily. There has been no final toast, but after
we had already done on the roof.

goodbye Tomorrow Ryad, its insects, its
noisy air conditioners, its unfiltered water, its large rooms and its corridors
, and leaves us a bit of nostalgia for what it is all
happened to us and to others in here. Starting tomorrow night at Soba.

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Diary 's diary

Khartoum, Sudan
July 11, 2009.

I slept like a woodpecker and I feel good this morning. What was,
a virus? Or maybe just tired? It may be that is coming
a bit 'to the limit, in fact. What is certain is that I played on Friday
in bed all day, or almost, well, it means that I rested.
I'm not going to work on how I made last night, but the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing bored all day
pushed me to get up and then gradually
I saw that I was better. At breakfast I was greeted like a revived.

While I slept soundly last night has finally rained.
little stuff mind you, but torrential tropical rains;
of twenty minutes between the yes and no. People here are excited and satisfied, the temperature dropped significantly
but, alas, also increased significantly
moisture: and in the evening as they return the land
heat the temperature has been rising. In both urban and especially in Mayo
pools of water everywhere, the earth seems really
unable to absorb anything. To get to Mayo
the driver had to make detours to avoid the puddles and potholes more money
full of mud and it rained little. I can easily believe what I say
of the rainy season, when it rains for days. A Mayo
at that point you get abandoning the car and taking an ass, and sometimes
nenanche so and the hospital remains closed.

At the clinic there were only thirty mothers, because of the time, the work is
then spun away quietly without confusion. I was in
ward to keep an eye on more complex cases, dehydration, a couple of
pneumonia, thank God, nothing special, except for a couple of children who
struck me. One was a lattantino a month full of sores:
had to be a seborrheic dermatitis, at first, then
was infected: and then a child of a dozen years with at least a dozen
abscess under the scalp. At this I did take a HIV test
, fortunately negative, and basic tests that are good. How the hell did
to fall that way? I have in mind a
Mycobacterium tuberculosis atypical, but I have no way to be sure.
As I puzzled it turned out it had already seen
dermatological hospital but her mother there was no come back: we are
closer. I returned there, begging rtornare
with a few letters of resignation, but I doubt it will ever succeed.

When we arrived and we opened the clinic, the first room
entering a sort of hall where you put the mothers waiting
when it gets too hot, was in unspeakable conditions. Between
wind that had brought in the sand, the water had seeped under the door,
was a mixture of mud and clay that was scary. I have
cleaner and set to work shortly after it was all right. But when we finished
triage and mothers came I was struck by
see them take off their slippers and go barefoot. At first I did not understand and
I was going to tell them that you put his shoes on, but then I realized: the
made out of respect, not dirty. In fact it went.

I believe I have already said that children are brought to visit
clean as the big occasions and the best clothes:
today there were two brothers who had a show. You, on the six years, with a
vestistino blue and white veil as a great woman: he, on 5,
with a double-breasted pinstripe suit and white shirt: but barefoot, with an overall effect
really funny. The kid has had some difficulty climbing
slide in double
but behaved with great dignity, I made several photo.

I spent the rest of the morning working on the final version
some projects for nutrition at Mayo I want Gina
leave before leaving: I will have no way of knowing of course, before my departure

, if effective, but if you decide to say "yes there will still be

a track to start. I'm working from the beginning of the mission, but
now is the time to finally put down in black and white.

the way back, as agreed, Fatma has asked me to come to his house
to revisit her child and to make a movie from Italy bringing
and show it to my friend Marco Armellini. To me there is slight damage, and
I wish he would give me his opinion. The girl is lovely and I met the husband of Fatma
, much more her senior or at least that appears
: and his father, a man still young-looking
terribly hard. I can imagine the life that they do to that poor girl.

The day is spun off fast, clean dust-free as the air that we
today after the water has washed. The day after tomorrow we are moving,
inshallah.