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PORT AU PRINCE D +11 D +6

Bonjou (no I have not forgotten the "r", I speak Haitian Creole Ok ... like that, we feel that it is not too complicated;))!

Well, capital does not rhyme at all times with modernity. Since I arrived in Port-au-Prince, I could have only once the internet connection. Result, I write this last message from the lobby of the airport (which is a smoker, it's weird now! It's like being in a box ... Well I guess I've never been there ... Hey Dad and Mom?) and probably will post back in Paris.

J’ai donc terminé cette courte aventure haïtienne par quelques jours à Port-au-Prince. A l’aller, je n’avais vu que la capitale « endormie ». Et les guillemets sont de rigueurs puisque j’avais brièvement vu cette fourmilière chaotique au détour d’un rendez-vous avant d’aller à Jacmel.

Pour terminer en beauté cette parenthèse haïtienne, il faut que je vous parle de la musique. En Haïti, les rythmes zouk et kompa font partie du patrimoine national. A mon grand regret, dans les restaurants ou hôtels où j’étais, je n’ai le droit qu’aux vieux standards (daubes ?) de la chanson française (je Question put myself in places where I went there a few foreign managers think ... we have fun). The guys that do not listen to France and we are glad to let the good taste of abroad. The proof: Frank Michael, Michelle Torr, Frederick Francis, Claude barzotti, the company musical Romeo & Juliet "we made love we were living life day after day night after night, what is it for karaoke ...  "etc.. I think this little anthology is sufficient unto itself! And I'll spare you the compilation of the most beautiful Christmas songs sung by Sheila, Johnny, Enrico Macias ... (uh Editor's note: a rat just passed in the hall at any speed ... A woman had the scare of his life ... And everyone is laughing:)) Let us return to our sheep ... or rather our goats French song. So I flushed ears these days with tunes (crappy) who competed Christmas kitsch. You have the right to ask, but I recognized how such international artists and (unfortunately) ambassadors of the French song? Well because I'm even that I dislike (: p) and then because Philip, who has 55 years, knows quite famously this directory! I admit it's showing. It has all the more supported the music quality is poor servers here and you deal the punishment to listen longer.

Beside, the din of Port-au-Prince is almost a relief. If it does not sound that takes a hit, but rather the view. I thought I saw in the few African cities that I know a bunch of agitation and action. Port-au-Prince has nothing to do. It is more: more chaotic, more chaotic, dirtier and more disorganized. Tremor de terre n’est pas anodin à tout cela. Les ruines, les effondrements, les gravats se mélangent aux camps, aux bâches et aux tentes. La pauvreté est dure à voir. On pourrait penser que l’humanité à quitter la ville. C’est oublier la dignité de chaque habitant à faire face à ce qu’ils appellent « le destin » (qu’il soit mystique ou athée). Port-au-Prince ressemble à ces villes brésiliennes (ou à la représentation que je m’en fais puisque je ne les ai pas vues) comme Rio ou Sao Paulo qui s’étendent dans les collines (on dit « mornes » dans les Caraïbes) et sculptent de façon saisissante le paysage.

To complete this tour of the senses, I'll finish with a little levity with an anecdote smell. Mick, a work colleague (yeah the "pretty boy":)) joined us in Haiti. He comes to make an assessment mission of the program already in place. From France, he wanted to please Philip. If the intention was touching, the smell of this has been profound! Neither one nor two, Mike reported a good pie ... I should say a good "calendos" Having the smell! Philip has kindly accepted the poisoned chalice that would soon issue its secrets fermentation! Put in the fridge his room, the room itself conditioned, all conditions were met for delaying the release of the substance, as feared. Did not count on the determination of runny cheese to share with us his strong character. After a short session work in the hotel lobby, the return on the floors was tough. Customers had taken care to perfume the hall with the bomb shit from their room. The smell of pine that can not quite hide the gift deposited (metaphor for Christmas, I applied!). The room stank of Philip. (I am announcing, short passage trash to come). It felt the tourist (or cholera), the fayot rotten, disgusting fart in the amount of synthetic odors were unable to cover. Infection! We almost declared a disaster area in the room. We even asked the question if there was not a dead rat in the room because the smell was taking on the nose. Doudouche (the driver), Mike and I could do more to laugh and joke that poor Philip, determined to spend the night at the peril of his nose! A few glasses of rum meals have tried to alter the direction of Philip. But nothing is done! The pie continues its ineluctable process of fermentation! Not on his character edible ... Good memories are safeguarded, and finally for 3 of us.

Doudouche Philip and I thank them for their attention and availability they have shown me. Hard to say, "I will return soon." I do not know what the result will be made.

Thank you for your faithful reading (and conscientious))
(over 800 visits on the occasion of this decade! Ah Bill Gates name it makes me a bid ... In the Butt Lulu. .. As the fastest time of the Parc des Princes: p)

soon!

LM

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JACMEL

Hi everyone!

Today is containment, not beaches bands jealous! And yet, it's not for us it's worse. Some NGOs have confined their staff from Thursday evening until tomorrow night included. The elections were held today. Haitians elect their President and parts, also their senator.

Twelve of the eighteen candidates call already canceled the first round (http://www.lemonde.fr/international/article/2010/11/28/haiti-douze-candidats-demandent- the cancellation-of-the-election_1446109_3210.html). Of course, the party of power in place, Init, is not one. According to news from various people with whom we discussed the situation is calm although electric. There are some incidents and protest, but not really violent scenes. At noon, The Mountain (you know, the forest) area near Jacmel, it is the wrong ballots that had been installed in polling stations. Result, the current member, the government candidate, came with his men to close the office. The tension is rising and there were some blows. It calmed down afterwards.

Elsewhere in the country, Hinche example, the ruling party wanted to go as a voter in a polling station. The head of the polling station wanted to regulate. Again there eu des affrontements avec des tirs et un votant décédé.

Ces élections étaient initialement prévues en début d'année. Le tremblement de terre en a décidé autrement. Le pays a vraiment été très abîmé par le séisme du 12 janvier dernier : les Haïtiens sont marqués par cet événement. C'est désormais constitutif de leur mémoire collective. Je n'aurai pas la prétention de vous faire un cours de géopolitique haïtienne. Néanmoins, il faut savoir qu'avant le 12 janvier, Haïti tentait de se construire une classe moyenne à la brésilienne ; classe moyenne capable de faire avancer le pays entre les pauvres qui le restent et les the rich who are more and more. This middle class is the one that lost the most. Coldly we can say that the poor who had shortly before much could not lose ... I put aside the grim counted the dead. The rich have enough money to overcome the disaster and leave the country if necessary. As for the middle class, they could lose their homes, their cars, those that allowed property to anchor their social advancement.

The trauma is in the walls but also in people's minds. These elections are experienced with a certain inevitability. If we can not predict an earthquake, we can reduce vulnerability and intensity of damage. But the country, installed in a dramatic social and economic situation, not prepared, the fault of the politicians in place. Haitians are necessarily part of the responsibility. But this is not the slightest shadow of the immense responsibility of leadership in recent decades. Just as countries or organizations that have monopolized the sovereignty of Haiti, first and foremost the United States and the UN.

Among the speeches of this election, that of a candidate, Mirlande Manigat had an important echo (http://www.lemonde.fr/ameriques/portfolio/2010/11/28/les-six-favoris-de -s-presidential-election-haitienne_1445132_3222.html ens_id # = 1290927). She is former senator and the wife of a former Head of State during the critical transition period experienced by the country in the late 1980s. While criticizing the current government is a formality (the President has taken more than a week to recognize that there could be cases of cholera in the country), she presented the issue of this election in terms of responsibility of each of Haiti to assist in the determination of the country. This can easily remain a slogan but ephemeral addressing issues. Paradox for this country, the revolution of independence has followed the lead of France and the United States there are over 200 years.

But fate is not the island. Haitians are proud of their country, proud of their identity, they would power their measurement. Haiti still has a few revolutions to conduct and much to (re) construct. (Http://www.lemonde.fr/ameriques/article/2010/11/28/elections-en-haiti-les-defis-d-un-pays-en-ruine_1445064_3222.html ens_id # = 1290927).

At the time I finish writing this article, a noisy event takes place in Jacmel, as in other large cities. We stand on the sidelines.

soon!


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JACMEL D +3 D +1

Hey!

Thanks for your nice comments for the resumption of the news. I know sometimes it is an unconventional (although interesting:). Débridons it a bit (but not too much, however, it remains seriously) ...

First, you must listen to it in parallel, it is very important that you place the ambience of the hotel from which I have a connection: http://www.youtube.com/watch? v = QbBCUbt_DO4

So many days I'm in Jacmel. It is a charming city where the streets are lively, colorful and just beside the sea! However, no question of playing Mitch Buchanon. And I warn that it is not directly a matter of physics, but rather a lack of well-shirt. Of course I do not have to run red shorty on the beach ... Even less hairy torso as the beast in Baywatch! The work is not a problem, there would be room for the beach. Even I am not equipped.

result, I am redirected. Today I met Sean Penn in Jacmel. You know that little actor?! He was delighted to meet me - I admit it bothered me while I sipped a rum 5 stars - and he seized the opportunity to talk a little. I insisted that the discussion takes place in Haitian Creole. Was based: "Hey Sean, or gen Ki ye?" (= Translation of 'form or good? "). "0h I'm fucking good." Neither one nor two I sent him to his handsome old face: "Ok, be you speak Creole, be you break" ... As he got hurt (sentence, Sean Penn ...), I agreed that we continue in French.

It was therefore maintained throughout. It has been present in Haiti after the earthquake of January 12. He was particularly mobilized in the weeks following the earthquake. Now he raises his foot a little, but he enjoys returning to Haiti, including Jacmel, to track reconstruction. So we exchanged in the association that sponsors to see if we could have a complementary action. I recognize that trade was relevant, but I could not help saying at one point in English to mark the occasion: "Could you stop your strand of hair With!" (For those who are not bilingual, follow the link: http://translate.google.fr/ # en These sensitive holywoodiens ... such as chewing gum that melt in your mouth.

We completed our discussions with the promise to meet again. Not at Cannes either, I'm not that kind of there.

Otherwise I still met some useful during those few days elapsed. I met an association with which we are already working within the framework of a rural development program (http://www.planete-urgence.org/environnement/haiti.php?L=FR as many links as links in this letter). The idea is to accompany the organization of peasants in their training needs, which are numerous. It carries out activities for several years and more since the earthquake. They help farmers in a rural very poor. This "community" of peasant life in the forest. I promise you, in the forest within the meaning of the word. Up there in the mountains, we are surrounded by banana, coconut, guava, papaya, chocolate, coffee, pineapple, etc.. That way, it incites. But living conditions are rudimentary. And OPADEL (Peasant Organization of Active Mountain) carry out many actions to improve local living conditons. Our desire is to reinforce their actions in the areas forming in "administrative" and "technical" it goes through the office, the accounting, HR consulting microcredit, learning the soap, etc..

So these days, with these very invested, we lay the groundwork for the next training. But think again, say that these people live in the forest has always been, it almost suggests that we would be in the Lord of the Rings (kass-dedicated!) With the Community Forest (even if c is not his name ... but Tolkien did not know probably not Jacmel and the surrounding ...).

These days will be calmer by appointment. The elections are approaching and the country pauses. It will benefit with Philippe (expat. who I am as a reminder) to work on other organizational matters.

Certainty, Haiti and Haitians are moving. Easy to say when you're just passing through can you believe ...

you later!

Below, the view over the Bay of Jacmel from the road to Mountain

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JACMEL

So where to start? Already a lot in just a few hours ...

I arrived yesterday around 14h local time, 20 hours in France. Nearly 10 hours of flight, during which two of my neighbors have seen fit to discuss everything goes without discretion is an attitude shared. I'll have to tell them to "lower the volume," I thought it was a good way to test my patience and my ability to relativize. And I think I did well ...

The airport in Port-au-Prince resembles a small airport decommissioned French province. The passage of customs is mixed: no visa or form complicated cons ... By no stamp in the passport. I wanted to expand the footprints of the world! I pick up my luggage rapidos then I found out of the airport Philippe (the expat. Planète Urgence on this site) and Doudouche (The driver). First good contacts! There is really no time to lose as soon as the plane descended, the first appointment we expect to "Entrepreneurs of the World. It is a small association. French presence in Haiti before the earthquake. This meeting is an opportunity to know themselves better and discover the future prospects for collaboration. Our partners are very nice. The debate will resume next Wednesday. We must not delay to take the road to Jacmel as night falls quickly, around 17h.

For those who do not know, I am in Haiti to develop projects similar to those I'm in Mali. Projects support the model of the Solidarity holiday destination for local people. This will mainly capacity building through training of adults and perhaps more occasionally educational support to children.

The long road to Jacmel. Not so much that the city be removed, but the mountains lengthen the travel time. Jacmel is on the other side of the mountains and hills that form the peninsula south of the country. In addition, we face the night on the end of the journey which Doudouche forced to be more vigilant and to slow down.

After more than 2 hours of winding roads and first trade more personal between the three of us, Philippe makes me discover where he lives, street trade in Jacmel. It's a nice apartment, everything in space and magnitude (of converted industrial lofts). The apartment is located in a small alley which allows filtering on the noise of the city. He is 22h 22h and here I am standing. I do not make me beg to sleep after a good shower in his melodious fan.


This Tuesday is devoted to the road to Camp Perrin, at 5:30 in the south (west) of Jacmel. We must make the acquaintance of associations that Philip already knows and from which projects could be possible. We leave around 10am after Philip has accused his landlord that there was probably a dead rat in the roof of the apartment. The smell and some maggots falling from the ceiling with little room for doubt! This little contretemps is then decorated with several mechanical problems: a tire deflates, the brakes do not brake enough, then who keep more than halt after the descent of the mountain. We will have close to 4 hours to do half the route. Nearly double. I told you that these noisy neighbors on the plane had strengthened my patience. I am completely zen. The banana we identify accomplices of the Sea gives terribly want to swim. Yeah, it's over 30 degrees! Now a question to waive (to the sea!) For lunch before joining Camp Perrin. We do not know what will be done this afternoon. Well we took!

After a chicken rice with peas and little paper beer to the sound of "comparable" - mix of zouk and glued (very)-tight - one starts with three aboard our 4x4. Time to 400 meters and fall on a truck across the road. He has not returned. It has a "rubber" (= tire) flat. What is curious is that a second truck next to a known exactly the same misfortune. We are caught in a mini-plug is a carnival motorcycle and car exhausts. We are waiting ... and we learn that these two punctures have nothing hazardous. The tires have been visited by a beautiful blade. Indeed, a few yards further out of Miragoane, political opponents are protesting against the appointment of polling officials to the cause of Jude Celestin. Jude is the nephew of the current President, Preval. For many Haitians, is the continuity in mediocrity. The next presidential those 28 November and 16 January are linked to legislative elections partielles pour lesquelles des dizaines de candidats se battent. Pour remporter une élection en Haïti, il y a certe la corruption, mais il y a aussi l’occupation… Occuper l’espace, placarder et rendre visibles les affiches d’un candidat et d’un parti. Je ne peux pas imaginer que tous les candidats aient les mêmes moyens. On voit beaucoup de jaune et de vert, les couleurs d’ « Inite », le parti au pouvoir.

Et bien ces opposants qui ne veulent pas se voir imposer les vérificateurs d’un parti protestent. Des arrestations ont lieu avec jugement immédiat par un tribunal semble-t-il. La police cherche les fauteurs de troubles. La population assiste à distance au blocage de la Started with a second truck, a kilometer away, across the road. No luck, we are between two trucks in the middle of the road. They prevent access to the city and its output. Bad luck for us. We wait nearly 4 hours and finally we make between these two dams with an association that we know. Since the recessed area where the association is we can get back on the tarmac beyond dams. Here are the first tremors that herald the first round of elections on November 28. However, we are forced to retrace our steps. If the road to Jacmel is released, the road remains blocked for Camp Perrin. Je ne verrai pas Camp Perrin de mon séjour, l’agenda ne le permet pas. Le rapport de force s’installe entre la population et quelques candidats peu scrupuleux à agiter le désordre afin qu’il profite politiquement.

De retour à Jacmel, je bois mon premier verre de Barbancourt après le dîner. Pas trop sinon je vais être… un peu cuit ☺ Ces prochains jours se feront à Jacmel et ses alentours où nous avons déjà des projets de développement.

A bientôt !

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Salut tout le monde,

Heureux de reprendre la route, ou plutôt le ciel, destination une île des Caraïbes (je sais, il n'y a it, islands in the Caribbean! But it's better to say:)). After Mali, will be Haiti.

The only time I crossed the Atlantic, is to go to Canada and the United States. I go to a very different scenery. In contrast to the United States, Haiti is the poorest country in the northern hemisphere (with little lending, the planet). But Haiti is also the first country to have slaves declared its independence ... in 1804, shortly after ... the United States and France.

The job gives me the opportunity to discover a new land, new people, new perspectives.

This is an opportunity to propose a "new blog". As evenly as possible I'll give you my news. I'll try to talk about other things as cholera and poverty.

you soon!

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SEGOU

Segou's calling!

How are you? I've heard in France that we no longer spoke of the case Bettancourt or pension reform, but the death of the French hostage.

is a nasty business execution ...

Where I am is also a nasty for Mali. Just like Afghanistan, can not now speak of Mali que pour la présence d'AQMI dans le nord du pays. D'ailleurs, plutôt que de parler de Nord Mali, il faudrait mieux parler de Sahara. Ce n'est même pas un Etat ce territoire, c'est un no man's land. Comment un pays parmi les plus pauvres au monde peut contrôler un territoire désertique plus grand que la France ? Si les têtes pensantes de la colonisation avaient mieux utilisé leurs règles au moment du partage de la région, ils auraient pris en compte la dimension du pays qu'ils dessinaient, 2.5 grand comme la France, avec des zones incontrôlables. Je connais des pays riches qui ne parviennent pas à ce que des quartiers urbains soient en sécurité. Il ne faut donc pas blâmer le Mali si des groupes mal intentioned exploit past mistakes ...

Here, people are concerned that 400 armed guy in the desert prepared to succeed as wrong in Mali. The country known for its warmth, friendliness and hospitality can be found on the red list of dangerous destinations. We must understand that the Northern Mali has nothing to do with the rest of Mali. In the north, the region is inhabited by nomads and some desert populations that have settled. In these areas, there is no more than 5 people per km ². The rest of Mali, are areas to hundreds or even thousands of kilometers from the North ... It comprises a day of travel. Mopti, the area further north of the "green" area, and also the most touristy area of Mali, it is almost two days drive from Timbuktu, the beginning of the red zone. Malians are concerned that Westerners leave the country and tourism, among the major revenue of the country, collapsed in fear of recent events. It is however safer than some neighborhoods in French ...

I hope the tension will fall and that Mali will manage to resolve the recurring issue of "North" with the support of other countries ...

Regarding the job, this episode has a direct effect on the activity on site. Volunteers français qui étaient en mission au Mali, dans des régions tout à fait sûres, ont été rappelés par leur entreprise. Ils ont été contraints d'écourter leur "congé solidaire". La peur permet bien des choses. Il y a deux jous, j'ai appris qu'une vingtaine de volontaires qui devaient venir au Mali ne viendront plus car leur employeur craint pour eux, malgré nos propos rassurants... En quelques heures, plusieurs semaines de boulot foutue en l'air et 1/6ème de l'activité partie en fumée... Le plus dur dans l'histoire, c'est d'expliquer cela aux bénéficiaires des formations qui s'étaient préparés et organisés depuis longtemps pour recevoir des formations who will not take place ... and they really need.

This story gives a little vacation to our friends Eric and Lillian! The least thing they would come to Mali.

My mission in Segou ends tomorrow morning, at the same time as my mission in Mali. I take the plane tomorrow evening. In Segou, I had the pleasure of meeting women's associations dynamic leader with real women. With Yann, we also met our employees Mali. Much has been shared with them. It's been very interesting and exciting for the team cohesion and appreciation of their work. I hope it will bear fruit field.


I kiss you and tell you soon!
(soon 4000:))

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MOPTI D +13 D +9

Hi everyone!

I'm sorry for putting you in need. I created a need that you did not before. To respond to the hundreds of letters (the alphabet) that I received, I send you some new lines.

recent days have been loaded. Little time to write about my activities. They looked like much to those of the first week with contacts with local institutions and the French cooperation on the spot. I went to Mopti, 650km north of Bamako. It is not in the sensitive area much talked about in recent days. To bring several solutions: 12pm bus, car or 10am to 1am plane. I tried to make the aircraft with 15 seats in a 1900C Airliner if you want to find the photo. It's a little cuckoo in which it is barely standing. There are two rows of seats on each side of the aisle ... Both pilots were slightly foufou. What was the top are the two pilots, English, presenting the safety instructions in English ... The plane was composed mostly of Malians who have watched in the eye without understanding much visible to the instructions ... We took off ... It was an adventure! Saturday arrived in Mopti, we followed the traditional program of visits which I have spoken. At the end of the day, after waking at 4am, I was very tired. I did not lose to a small sleeping in the morning.

Sunday was also at work but at a more leisurely pace ... We have prepared two days of seminars that are held with local staff to bring some points of daily work. They like it because we care their opinion. We will particularly ensure that it is useful and practical for their work. Today

second and final day of meetings and discussion in Mopti. It was also quite exchanged with another program manager for PU in Mopti. It was very interesting. We discuss technical issues and financial support:) Yum yum! The day also saw the announcement of the death of French. We discussed the impact for our local programs. I do not think it will affect those who come. By cons it would deter those who loved coming

... I'll tell you in a future post with chips for a relaxed atmosphere. For tonight, I'll be reasonable and to bed without delay. Tomorrow we drive to Segou, 7am to 6am bus! It will change the plane!

I think well of you!
I'll be back soon on the Web.

See ya!

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a stroke

Amid
My fists explode, cutting into pieces

I do not know
why I look at my wrists
crashing against the walls

head split like a log or buried as the pinion
I feel the flame running shoulder to shoulder
More, more

Of the cervical muscles, a blade and wake queue

Move away

Back away!

YOU RULE!

All my tracks

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BAMAKO BAMAKO

I nor sogoma France! I ka kene

? Sogomobedi? Toro city for all I hope!
course I got into Bambara. I do not have much choice, my second pass, I must show that I am making progress. I remain bad because I do not accept ... A bit like those who followed my progress in German during my early schooling:) Still it's a real plus in relationships every day stammer a little Bambara. This is the most spoken language in Mali is the lingua franca, the language of everyday life. I am likely to forget soon after my return. But frankly, it's very frequent that we are trying to teach me the basics of Bambara. They do not despair these Malians!

few days ago I arrived in Bamako, and I do not even told you about. Not bother to sigh or moan, it's a blog or cultural dimension Also, and I dare, intercultural) Bamako is a city paradoxical! When you're in Bamako, you lives hell of exhausts so many small motorcycles. These are Jakarta. Everyone has is amazing. By cons they smoke without retained. It's the same old cars that have the joy of bringing up clouds of men! You lives hell of noise and traffic. It's a pretty dirty and polluted city. The consequence is that the city is a permanent show. You spend in one place (and frankly, it's not easy to find) or you spend in new neighborhoods, you always à regarder et à découvrir. Forcément la pauvreté frappe. Mais le courage et la volonté forcent aussi l’admiration. La grande majorité de la population est pauvre mais elle ne renonce pas. C’est un mélange de fatalisme qui enferme définitivement la plupart dans leur condition d’indigent et un mélange d’optimisme puisque les gens ne renoncent pas… du moins, ce n’est pas l’impression générale. C’est une ville saisissante.

Je ne manquerai pas de vous faire le topo des autres villes par lesquelles je vais passer. Mon programme ces deux derniers jours s’est principalement tourné vers des rendez-vous institutionnels, comme prévu. Je reconnais the appointment we had with Yann Embassy of France was a particularly pleasant. First, because before us, we had a young woman between 25 and 30 years in office in recent months as for relations with NGOs and decentralized cooperation has been very available to talk. Our conversation lasted 1:30, which is not negligible. There was a lot of sharing information and public relations. It has traded on anecdotes of everyday life in Mali, which helped lighten the mood. It's good to be known by that person. You never know for more! And then c'était agréable parce que tout le bâtiment est climatisé :)

Pour tous ceux, et surtout celle qui trouve ces lignes trop conventionnelles, je ne ferai pas de ce blog une vitrine de mes excursions dans les makis maliens. D’abord parce que je ne suis pas encore allé dans un maki… si si je le jure. Et parce que tu sais bien qu’il n’y a que lors de mon passage au Cameroun que j’ai fait la connaissance d’une p… (je ne sais pas si des enfants ou des âmes sensibles lisent ces pages :)).

Je file me coucher (ben oui, j’écris hors ligne pour ne pas imputer cela sur mon temps de trravail :p … là encore, je ne sais pas qui lit mon blog :)).
bad it did not rain once. It is yet very hot!

Kamba!

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D +4 D +2

Hello,

's it! I know what it is! I finally experienced ... It warned by some clouds, then some lightning and some swirling winds before the outbreak of cocktail and splashing all over the city. I figured the props on my last visit in late 2009 without really living. I am baptized, I had rain in Mali. Nothing to do with the little London drizzle, nothing to do with either the Paris showers, rain Bamako is that, without a lived but I suppose the closest of the Deluge.

The beneficial effect is immediate cooling of the atmosphere and that, that is priceless! This should give us a cool night. I am unhappy that following the heavy rain tonight, the megaphone the muezzin (one who makes the call to prayer) is suppressed by water 5am. I know it's not very respectful of multiculturalism, but I can not ignore the early morning! If I'm happy with the rain that softens my living, I tell myself that those who sleep outside or near should not enjoy the rain under the same terms

The day was devoted to final adjustments to the agenda of my stay. Many of the institutional partners that we want to meet on vacation. There are lots of expat that snap to the summer holidays. It has everything even a busy schedule. I also took the day to discuss with Yann, you know, and Boubacar, which is the referent Planète Urgence in Bamako. We've updated their computer (permanent wound!) Discuss their work, discuss the impacts of our projects. It is a particular person, rather proud and talkative, but it's a hard worker. We'll spend a good part of this week together.

much for these few lines of the day. He is 22h at a time when I write, and the rain has just resumed.

Good night (provided it is fresh!)

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un endroit un autre

upside
Footsteps in the snow at night under the foliage
distracted at the option
paths I think I
quenching
I am my water my blood my pain
And pigs will
All my beautiful growl trace backwards

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un endroit

All my tracks backwards
Footsteps in the snow of nights under the trees at the option distracted

paths I think I
quenching
I sue my water my blood my pain And
pigs have nice growl
All my tracks backwards

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Elsewhere, otherwise.

I begin to turn round the walls, yet well ripolin my blog. If I am a little attention, the walls are close and I think it is high time to catch my breath so as not to end up purring in a tiny box.

also write a name, a space that I do not know yet but I imagine quieter, less exposed, controlled the pace and Codes relaxed. What an addition!

Thank you all, regular readers and casual, often benevolent, having journeyed with me on the road from her words and asked to have your eyes and your words sur les miens.

Vos univers me charment, me bluffent, me bousculent, me bouleversent... Je vous lirai!
Ailleurs, autrement.

Yaëlle

What Color Is The Remote Wire On A Stereo

nearly 1.2 ... 3 - Part 3 / 3

Quand j'ai stoppé la voiture, on est resté un moment sans bouger, comme engourdi, piégé dans la tôle et dans les sièges, un peu comme si on était devenu la bagnole.

Elle a ouvert la portière et d'un coup, la mer a envahi l'espace même si on ne la voyait pas. C'était juste un souffle différent et un rythme lointain surf on the sand.

I was totally blown, my eyes ached and my mouth was sticky because of the chocolate.

We crossed the dunes dark stumbling, the faltering step and approach muddy.

It spread down our great and we just pulled our pump before we slip into it. Curdle it pretty to me and I would not like to have bare legs like her, but she seemed to care what kind of detail.

I thought we'd have to screw up the back to sleep on the sand like that, but when I'm lying, it no longer had any significance. She snuggled against me, nose in my neck, his legs tangled in mine. I spent one hand under her clothes to touch her breasts. Her skin was incredible texture between the velvet and satin: I really think anything when I'm nase.

I opened his eyes just to check a certain reality. A light dawned shy, hinting of dark clouds still. The stars were making a last lap of heaven, before the day that would extinguish. The sea was close at the end of our feet it seemed to me. I had a sensation of falling horizontally, both exhilarating and uncomfortable.

I touched her belly biting my lips, ready to receive any flash, a message, a fucking sign. But I just managed to see his red guts and blood vessels throbbing faintly.

She said she was expecting a kid, just before leaving, guiding my hand under the lace of her pants and smiling as ever. I saw his throat blush, as every time she is excited or upset and I almost put me to cry so I thought it beautiful.

I wonder if it's normal not to feel a little unusual in these circumstances. Is now pregnant and I almost father. The sea has seen others. It sways gently in the night is ending.

If this girl began to rush about in front of me, I will follow her a bit to see his ass moving, just not to lose it ...

End

Are Flux Bindings Good?

1, 2 .. almost 3 - Part 2 / 3


was immersed in the night and the headlights split the dark silk around us. Black is reuniting once in my rearview mirror. The car gives me the impression of a submarine lost in a flood waterproof fabric moire.

I hum without realizing "I love him to death," to believe that Sinatra moved to the back and whispered to me the words.

She teases me opening the chocolate bar, and aluminum crunches under his fingers. She silenced me with a square big enough that she shoves in my mouth, cutting the whistle the romantic and apathetic Francis formerly mustachioed. Gulp.

She opens the bag of pine, vanilla, who immediately began to want us to believe that the West Indies are in the car. I wrinkled nose and watches a reaction from him, but she shakes her finger after looking for a place to hang it, it will eventually attach to the cigarette lighter, which we used either to her or to me. The thing starts to sway gently immersing ourselves in an atmosphere of Sunday dessert. My chocolate sickens me a bit of blow. It I'm having nausea which is the world upside down. I open my window and the outside air breaststroke vanilla.

tournicotent My thoughts without me trying to order them. I'm too tired to do filing. She sings in her sucking piece of chocolate, something a little cheesy, Everything But The Girl I think. She does it diligently, as if we were in a recording studio. I like his serious sometimes.

My thoughts fluttering like goldfish to the cat. The car purrs. I wonder if I'm up to it, if I have the shoulders to assume, if we have enough money if the apartment is big enough, if I have the right words, if I can continue to kiss ... I'm kidding, full tube, but it's not my fault these are my thoughts frolicking.

When I take the exit, the dashed to the ground hop into a graceful curve that I'm like on a rail.

Already houses and steeples are silhouetted in the sky, it feels like the end of the road although it remains to 4O terminals. His hand is on my neck, hardly moving, warmth, presence, intention. It freaks me out a coup d'emotion snapshot.

The sky already hesitates between remaining ink or dressing shadows. In the distance, we begin to guess the grassy dunes, the curves of the moor squeezed shrubs that are resistant to the winds around here.

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Masterbation En Public

nearly 1.2 ... 3 - Part 1 / 3

There is the road to watch the pre-cut white lines which define the safety barrier that snakes metallically and thighs that catches my eyes when the headlights come periscope in the cockpit of the car.

3 hours sitting in a car like ride, practically nothing to do except stay the course and ensure slow tolls: Highway at night. And it has gradually subsided on the seat next. I knew she was sleeping when she stopped humming and his head was tossed from the slightest deviation from the car.

It's 2 o'clock in the morning and my cheeks make me the effect of a piece of sandpaper when I pass my hands on it. I open my window a little and a dash of wind unknown creeps into the car, a small blow air from a foreign region.

The station released a halo of clarity reassuring and I smile like an idiot, like if I found civilization, just because there are spots everywhere, color pumps gasoline and a shop full of food and gadgets. I'm nase.

She has unfolded like a meter carpenter, she pulled a little on her dress, she shuddered and put on a sweater, she smoothed her hair quickly with the tips of his fingers and took the direction of the house bright orange and red.

In there, I smell a fake coffee and a chemical odor difficult to define the essence or plastic, then something quite disgusting. Side of the body, there must be a radio and Cindy Lauper explains to anyone who will listen that girls just want to have fun and I am quite tempted to believe her.

She perches on a stool and began to sip his coffee cup holding her in the palm of his hands clasped, almost as if it were something precious and fragile. I wonder in front of her and I let my eyes wander over the little table between us : round coffee and crumbs. It's not a nickel spot, but she would royally fucks. She looks at me, smiling behind his steaming hot coffee, and his eyes are just for me. I am still surprised to have caught a girl like her. His bare legs make me be the effect of gingerbread, but softer, I have an urge to touch her sacred.

A guy a little further twists off the head casually to watch it. I appreciate having the minimum size of her skirt, unless it is a fan of his bright red Converse. I do not know.

On my way to the cash I get a chocolate milk and a Christmas tree car freshener vanilla; I tell myself a little too late that the odor may give the jet and we'll run out of water if it eats chocolate, but I take my credit card without saying anything. Cindy Lauper returned to bed and gave way to Frank Sinatra who likes to die. I wonder if a split second I like to die and then I forget.

She expects me standing against the window, absorbed in contemplation of the lights of the station. I will not say that I find it beautiful because I hear his response "you're crazy or what? You seen my head, I like nothing there," but I find it really horny with her honey-colored legs, his sneakers red, her sweater too long because it's mine and his smile just for me. I do not know if she realizes that I have gold at your fingertips with her.

Outside, we hurried on to the car. Everything is dark around, as if the station was under a high-powered projector in the middle of nowhere. Never seen a night so black. I distinguish motionless trees, leafy silhouettes asleep. Never seen a night so silent.

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Shrek , Whats The Babys Names

'll find the Way

A great shot and words in harmony follow me for some days and remind me of another image.

Every morning I drive over a child and his grandfather on the way to school. I call for myself and Ali Ahmed small because their skin is like honey amber and the black curls of the child leave no doubt about its origins.

Small Ahmed must be 5 or 6 years, he calmly walking or hopping, the satchel on his back, hand rooted in that of his grandfather.

Ali walks with a steady, responsible and serious about school, leading the child calmly.

Our meeting is fleeting and every morning I watch two silhouettes that ignore my existence.

The scene is commonplace and hugs me every day by restarting its quiet and unchanging. Because the child advances toward his future, his grandfather, whose route has already made many detours, accompanies its not a metronome, and in the moment, everything that attracts me, these are both hands in one another.

The big hand guide and protect the little hand surrenders and warms.

I think of my grandmother who I have not said enough I love you. His hand has often taken without mine that I perceive the gift she gave me: take me on the dock of my life, show me the horizon, being careful where to put their feet, tell me without a word, just with the pressure of his fingers on mine, that love will be my best guide and save me from everything.

only I had time to thank her for giving me so well ... helped grow.

Thanks Archie ...

Nami And Nico Robin Game

the edge of all possible

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At the dawn of this new year, the urge is great to be back and indulge in the melancholy and impotence . So many tears shed, so many broken dreams, so many failed projects, so many hearts frozen, scarred so many lives, the wave overwhelms me and the flood would take me without me I debated almost released and calmed.

Why pursue a route marked out so badly, where I slaloms However, out of fear and habit. The vacuum does that attracts me to push myself. To test my strength and my courage. To remember it's there.

the edge of your mouth, tears mingle with my words and say my littleness and my uselessness, my shame and my regret. I pronounce the words in silence just begun, and your lips turn a salty taste of despair.

the edge of my mouth, your breath sweeps the words color gray sea, mingled with murmurs of tears and say phrases bright and warm. Your strength and serenity are quieter engines that say we go together we do, to the extent of our skills, what we must do to keep your head up, eyes on the horizon and the heart a little reassured.
I admire you.
Take my hand ...

The personal happiness only serves to give strength to enter the struggle of daily life for those who do not find the path or have gone astray.