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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