That several days I had no news. The gossips at work to say it is an illusion on my work schedule there ... my family say I did not give more than Paris ... while my friends think I am committed to Red Cross Malian J In reality, we must instead consider that the internet connection in Mali is a precious commodity that I have not had much opportunity to be able to connect for reasons other than work.
What happened? Always up meetings Thursday with associations in Bamako. I think I've already pretty river with these meetings, so I spend J by cons I got to know different "way of life" Made in Mali. First Friday, where I went to the bush mobile school program in Siby, a region 50 km from Bamako. During the day, I met the four villages in which we operate. Each time a welcome worthy of a minister. And there first situation, or how to feel uncomfortable. This recognition that the villages and their inhabitants seem to show you disproportionate. Yet they are truly grateful. Usually Malians are very hospitable. As you come in addition to their sides, they express their gratitude beyond measure: welcome by an honor guard, dances and songs, speeches that move. It's touching, but their desire to share as it is put me uneasy. I felt embarrassed about all this recognition for simple actions to support education that we have with them. I did everything to not appear to be the white angel. It is destabilizing. Fortunately, it was enough to feel comfortable. During these four visits, I had the privilege of receiving a hen and two roosters gift J Tied by the feet, these gentle birds did not agree to serve as offerings. I could not refuse ... Slim J Good confess more, I gave a couple to our driver in Bamako. The big cock, I took him to the guest house thinking to leave the pension time of my week in Mopti and Segou. However, he should know that to be disciplined, a cock should be accompanied by a female. All night we broke the *** singing to lag larigot. And then the second situation, or how to feel guilty of dying prematurely J At dawn, a cry of the cock stood out from others, it was the last ...
So I went Saturday morning to Segou, the rooster will wait to frozen 'my return next week. And the road to Mali, it is long. To reach Segou, you must walk about 240km. But those miles, they are much different than I normally do. Besides the miles I'm usually in France are the gyros and two-tone blue ... Who said wanker J ? Talk instead to my mother who took away the 206 ... So those miles Malians are very different. They are on roads with holes, full dodger, and together with a broom bus engaged in a competition all the time: that is the flaw? or who has the most rotten and bus ride armored? The old Mercedes of the 80s who swarm the roads Malian arbitrate everything. And then the third situation, or how to feel alone in Mali. Just when your engine starts you let go and you do not know where you are. It is thus 40 degrees when the car starts to graze. Helen finds driving the dashboard shakes and expresses a lot of lights unknown. Stopped on the side of the road where cars travel at more than 120 km / h , it casts a worried look under the hood. The radiator Argghh smokes ... ... The engine is hot, too hot, as after a good heat stroke (not to be confused with insolation, rescue friends! No I'm not sucks!). The signs, classic hot sweats on skin with signs of dehydration, high temperature, and circumstances of major effort. Of course in this case, it is at rest, is monitored and hydrated. Signs of discomfort disappeared, we advised the victim to continue his effort more moderate and well hydrated until the end of the road. No lie, see 4X4 immobilized on the side with one engine overheating and no milestone to show us where we were stranded, it puts a little bit of pressure. Especially since the laptop does not pass through this area ... nice
Stop a half-day à Ségou et tempête de sable et de pluie ont fini de parfaitement la refroidir. Je ne vous gratifierai pas d’un : et là, quatrième situation, où comment revivre les derniers instants antédiluviens J En plus j’en rajoute un peu avec cette référence biblique… Kass-dédi pour mes parents ;)
Je suis désormais à Mopti jusqu’à jeudi matin. Et coïncidences de ces quelques lignes, je loge à l’hôtel « Y’a pas de problèmes » ! Rien à redire effectivement.
A bientôt !
Diola Keita
(… euh c’est pas de ma faute si on me donne le nom à la fois d’un grand empereur africain et le nom d’un bon footballeur J Euh je parle du Keita de Barcelone les mecs !)
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