Hogwarts Full Blue Prints

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 ...