August 11, 2008
Gambo, Ethiopia
Querido Manuel,
ten days have passed since my departure, and now my trip is in the middle.
I think by tomorrow the day will flow faster, as long as I count the hours that remain divided.
The days run the same here and at the same time, each time reserving a few surprises.
It 'hard to describe what I'm seeing and experiencing from a distance.
The weather here is dilated, it loses the boundaries that we used to cling to, perhaps because they are forced by circumstances. I think you will find it immediately at ease.
There is no time for an appointment and everything can be postponed until the moment you will want to do it. I know
and you can imagine my nature, I'm not allowed to get used at all. Especially in the morning, in fact, having no fixed commitments, it happens that a whole hour goes by without me doing anything. Might expect to find someone to accompany us for a stroll, wander in search of some work to do.
Luckily, the children never fail.
grabbed my hand five or six at a time and that is enough for them a smile.
I can not help but to love each other.
My maternal instinct, as you say. I like to think you'd kiss me whenever I hold each other's arms.
I feel your absence. I wish you were here when I get back from pediatrics in the evening, I long for your embrace melt in your embrace and words that tell of soap bubbles, crayons and children.
Just so little. Not improve their lives, only one afternoon.
Sometimes I seem to receive much more than it is giving.
I wonder if this trip is no longer for myself and for the people here.
Every day I try to remember why I wanted this experience. I do not know, even after ten days. But I'm happy, playing with no expectations, in a sense, I found what I was looking for.
And here, too (how many miles separate us?) Are in love with you.
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This letter never sent is taken from my diary.
E 'difficult enclose a few lines in the entire contents of these three weeks.
Perhaps pictures are more eloquent.
