Sissekpa is a village about ten kilometers from Adjohoun with its 50 houses of mud and straw, and a kind of home school district covers a large area in the forest of palm trees and fields. Click
is to bring awareness a video projector, a generator from which to take the current, a computer, a mixer and a white cloth on which to project the image. By now
are now in Italy, everyday tools, we know its use, especially in view of important events such as concerts or football matches of our national team. The people of
Sissekpa however, was the first time he saw all these instruments and had not the faintest idea of \u200b\u200bhow they worked. 
During the screening of the short film Anna, Bazil and the trafficker, as you can guess the history of trafficking in children, I had the opportunity to speak to a contemporary of my Sissekpa, Julien, a young man in smart, curious, intelligent and active in the community.
He asked me how it worked right away the projector, not having ever seen. But the funny thing was that we talked so much of white cloth, where the image was projected.
think it was a special towel when he realized he could also project the image onto a wall, was glad and went to another question. 
< È vero che esiste anche uno strumento che può registrare le conversazioni tra le persone? perché molte volte ho delle discussioni con i miei amici e vorrei ricordarmele poi anche in futuro.>
<È true that there is a tool that can record the movements of people and also their sounds? Because when we do the work in the community or of the ceremonies, I would love to record them and review them then later with the whole community.>
Julien is 21 years old, graduated from 2 years, and is now working in the school Sissekpa, is a master.
He wanted from the very beginning a relationship with me, some whites often do not pass its parts.
The other night I felt like a mini portable wikipedia. I then asked
Adjohoun, that city was, where was our office, which svolgessimo activities.
It seemed too absurd to me, white, arrived three weeks I had not even tell him about a town that is not even 10 km from his village.
Those 10 miles were a distance, especially for a child without means of transport. But Julien
must move, they all have to move, the world does not revolve around them, I have to chase it, and somehow they will always remain a little 'back, because the world spins faster and has no time to wait. But perhaps this is not so important, do not touch them, the world can continue to run with his pace, the people here will continue to move with his rhythm and sometimes cross, and then a fleeting encounter on our own.
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