5 glasses on the table, three fast pants removed from the wire for hanging, 2 hours off lanterns.
A good early in the evening.
A good Monday if I have to think about how you started .. Well I think much worse. Sunday at 22:00
message from the boy of my co-ordinator, said message by Sonia you go to get to 7.00. Now it is a bit 'sick, if tomorrow morning is still the case, no departure.
point. Ok I put the alarm clock at 6:45 and hope to sleep.
I hate waking up too early. As Vasco, I hate Mondays.
Alarm, sounds, I cut it, I prepare the backpack, computer, shopping for the week, no, I have made provisions for the entire month!
No machine, I get back to sleep.
8.00. Mexaine colleague NGO partners, calls me, half in a coma say.
Where are you? Home
I am under your house, come down? I I have come to take. Dick (so does not understand) two minutes arrival
Quickly wash my face, teeth, drink some water and leave another. Equal exchange.
get down in two tranches, the load in the car, climb on the second floor, I take all risk, reloading, go!
But Sonia did not tell you anything? Nah, fuck!
Already I was hoping to sleep until 10:00. Broken dream.
Adjohoun Direction? No, the first step to the Ministry of Economy to adjust his two old faces, leaves even more angry than before, they lost their case, had to pay for a job in 2008. Then, in Porto Novo load of some machines for the processing of cassava into gari. Courtesy of a German couple for a village of our City.
Pause Ouando market. Just to make bread, cheese spreads and breakfast on the board.
Back to sleep, I wake up tossed on the runway for Adjohoun.
Adjohoun 11.00 am.
Heck, I had an appointment at 10.00 with the director of a middle school.
Jumping the meeting, tnato the head is sick, I say malaria, ok. Week without a head.
I call Peter to make me buy a ticket to Italy.
Yes, I take a break, it takes.
sprinting home, unloading the luggage, I make a sandwich with pineapple marmalade, carry the car, I take the bike.
I'm going to school.
The director there, is on leave, thank goodness that on Friday he had made an appointment.
I speak with the secretary, I need to meet three guys for a video on forced and early marriage that I will turn later this month, unfortunately still in the villages near here.
the 3rd name is Cristina, I get a do not know, hell you name is Cristina, and the only 3 °.
I tell Cristine was looking for a club of young people who meet in the afternoon to discuss and do activities. Ahh - I say - Did you mean Christian, tall and thin. Yes, yes she is! You know? Yes! Know your class? Sure. Perfect, you call me? Today there is not!
But shit, but someone is blessed attend school?!
find the other, Benjamin, is the 4th, do you know? No! You can not go looking for him? Eh becomes hard, there are five 4 °.
What school is balls! Too big
last chance .. Espera ask, does the 1st
Here the school is upside down from 6 to the terminal. The 1st is the last but one class, more than 4 ° for instance.
Here it comes. Miracle! One out of four.
I give him a little 'tasks. You are responsible for the video - I say - is well taken even though he looks pale. Will this school.
Ok tomorrow for the translation of the interview
I have spent a text to be translated into French in Ouémé. Incomprehensible language but indispensable to the locals. Eventually, sensitization to serve them.
And then I put the subtitles in French. So also in Paris, Dakar or Tahiti will understand.
called Peter, should I buy a ticket to Italy, the NGO had pagarmelo, now tells me that I anticipate, then I shall repay.
I'm stopping to Adjohoun weekend, you can take me?
No come down and we'll take
Ok, thanks - but how nice! Back in town is the last thing on my head.
Back in the office, I make the last hour of the meeting, after being passed from home to see the girl cleaning sleepy on the couch.
But in this country, there is someone doing his job?
Ok, just give her two tasks to keep her busy, fuck me I look a bit 'a dictator in issuing orders, but this seems to me half Rimba.
We end the meeting at 13.45. Lunchtime.
Super fast though, there are Germans who come to 14.00. Well hopefully in late. No! They are German, exactly on time.
Well I'm Italian, I do a holy pasta and finish at 14.30.
I had to wait because I was the only one with the camera.
car has no place. German Mom and Dad, ya, do 180kg. Big big. The son, however, by only 130 kg! Colossus! I go running with Ephrem. Cool!
Nuvoloni blacks dominate us, if it rains I'm doomed .. on the way, if you can call the road, no shelter .. so I says Ephrem, just to make me feel good, laugh together and go.
No raincoats, I left the city. Nico you are a genius, you're in town just 2 days!
Ok, we leave, you leave Adjohoun, including streets, alleys, alleyways Benin due to work on the highway.
are putting the asphalt, is now 3 months who are working on 500 meters of road. Maybe everything will be finished in July.
It takes a road Sissokobo direction as the player of Juventus with a symbolic bo! Passenger
a Valentino Benin, 70 km / h on a track totally disconnected, backs of two meters for viaducts in the open, right path marked out for the wheel of a bike, luckily not in the car.
potholes a foot wide and two deep. A small salitina, where the bike in first limps. It seems to climb Mount Etna after a lava flow. With difficulty, we arrive at the top, with a little craters' dangerou more.
Ephrem And know the area and went to handle.
Then .. the Sahara to Adjohoun: Track unlikely, we zig zag between small sand dunes, chickens that are thrown between the wheels, one meter high weeds I whip his feet for only flip-flops.
Palm trees above us, just a couple of meters high, we obscure the sun. Within a few kilometers of natural tunnel.
I'm dreaming, surrounded by nature, Into the wild!
Then the road becomes flat, clay, there is a valley on the other side.
Everything is green, flowers, butterflies everywhere, white, orange, yellow, red, black, blue, tiny as a phalanx of a finger, majestic as the open palm of one hand, some fast, frantic, more calm, graceful .
But where are you coming? A gash on Eden?
After an hour we reach the village. Lost in a corner of paradise.
entry downed palm trees, where a strange liquid drips into the inside of a pumpkin. It is palm wine!
A group of women waiting for us.
We celebrate, sing, dance, smiles. They are working
cassava: old, children, women, men, the entire village, about thirty people were there with us.
Gift: a press for making gari (a kind of cassava flour).
They dance together, we drink together, laugh together.
spoken in French, German, English, Ouémé. Intercultural!
Regards and again, another hour to return.
Hello Paradise, I saw and I liked you!
afternoon in the office. A bit 'of depression .. what to do, it's my turn to organize the week.
Is it really true that if there is a cat, the mice will play and I'm not a cat.
I am a volunteer, I can make the mouse ... and then all of a beer, are 19.00, we touch!
Then skip the light, where you eat? From me! All five
with lanterns, batteries, cell phones, candles.
A quickie pasta, drain it and wham! Back to the light!
Perfect! Just to watch what you eat, to enjoy good beer, to see each other smile, laugh out loud.
evening of celebration.
All full belly, beer gone, it's raining outside, not too strong, you'd better go home then.
you tomorrow!
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