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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.