Dear Friends and Supporters of African Dream, during our short visit to Angal, we met many wonderful people including the author of this testimony to invite you to read.
Francesca e' rimasta ad Angal insieme al martito Luca per ben 1 anno, portando con se i loro due simpaticissimi bimbi di 3 e 5 anni che ricordo felicemente immersi nella povera ma profonda, realta' africana.
Ammiro persone come Luca e Francesca, che con tanto coraggio hanno saputo rinunciare ad un anno di vita confortevole in Italia e si sono adattati con i loro bimbi alla semplicita' e alle tante difficolta' del quotidiano di Angal, ritornando poi a casa con un bagaglio di memorie e ricchezza interiore, che Francesca stessa vi racconta in questa sua testimonianza, che ancora oggi mi fa venire brividi di commozione e ammirazione.
Luca ha dedicato questo suo anno al servizo dell'ospedale di Angal ( http://www.amicidiangal.org/ )
Good reading, Antonella
Francesca e' rimasta ad Angal insieme al martito Luca per ben 1 anno, portando con se i loro due simpaticissimi bimbi di 3 e 5 anni che ricordo felicemente immersi nella povera ma profonda, realta' africana.
Ammiro persone come Luca e Francesca, che con tanto coraggio hanno saputo rinunciare ad un anno di vita confortevole in Italia e si sono adattati con i loro bimbi alla semplicita' e alle tante difficolta' del quotidiano di Angal, ritornando poi a casa con un bagaglio di memorie e ricchezza interiore, che Francesca stessa vi racconta in questa sua testimonianza, che ancora oggi mi fa venire brividi di commozione e ammirazione.
Luca ha dedicato questo suo anno al servizo dell'ospedale di Angal ( http://www.amicidiangal.org/ )
Good reading, Antonella
mix of stories, problems, hopes Francesca Moretti Tailors
Notes: Francesca Moretti has recently been living for a year in Angal, where she accompanied her husband, Dr. Luca Sarti, sent by CUAMM at our hospital.
Africa comes to mind ... how many things just by saying the name.
It 'hard to rearrange all the thoughts and emotions that you carry in their hearts before, during and after this meeting! You can not say that it is always easy ... sure it had been in love when you come first, because it is so, Africa invests you with its beauty, the richness of its colors and smells, with the simplicity of its people and the genuineness of the relationship created with the land around you.
Then, after I left you speechless, stuns you and it breaks in two for the 'contrast between his unthinkable luxuriance and poverty: Meeting the faces, the looks, the tears and muffled cries of a thousand joyful people who weave the their history and then only with your start your journey.
"How God sows in thy heart, that sooner or later sprout" is how he greeted my Starting mother Angela (Canossian linked from a life in Africa and now Congo). I was sixteen when we met her and I have my first love for Africa, my first thought of leaving. Probably, however, was not yet time.
Only many years later, I met Luke, my husband has always been certain that Africa, as the youngest, would be part of his life, and it is with him that the moment has arrived.
We started with two children of three and four and a half years with only one desire: to offer him the opportunity to live with us a difficult choice but remarkable, certainly far from suffering to their families, but not without love and sharing. Sometimes, as a good planner adult, do you think of coming here and being able to do or give something, but after a while you know you're getting above. So it happens that your children will teach: they teach you the simplicity in reporting, the ease to accommodate the different (perhaps without realizing that it is such), the genuine love and participation.
Africa comes to mind ... how many things just by saying the name.
How many children have entered our lives this year, how many sad stories have become intertwined with our beautiful and how many, how many faces! We can never forget the positive in people we met who work here, who believe that something si possa fare magari insieme, quanti umilmente ogni giorno varcano la soglia dell’Ospedale ed al ritorno vanno nei campi a lavorare perché credono che qualcosa si possa cambiare…. Quante speranze e quanti sogni abbiamo condiviso in questo anno! E’ stata in alcuni momenti una bella lotta tra restare o andarsene, tra accettare o rifiutare, tra giudicare o comprendere, ma soprattutto è stato dividere tempo ed energie, condividere preoccupazioni ed aspirazioni, vivere vittorie e sconfitte…
Quest’Africa che, dopo averti incantato per la sua magnificenza, ti ammutolisce per la sua apparente immobilità, ti stordisce per la sua trascuratezza e poi ti ferisce con la sua sconfinata povertà; quest’Africa where it seems that justice has been asleep and fairness has never arrived, you feel your heart break like a silent scream in the face of so many deaths are unacceptable, so much suffering that seems inevitable, but that can not be ...: just this Africa will carry in my heart as an indelible mark that will permeate us forever, after this extraordinary and unforgettable year living next to a people totally different in appearance, but deeply in love like us. Africa. ... How much comes to mind just saying that name.
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