hi all do not know how long ago did not write and not I tell you anything, I ask forgiveness. I have not forgotten any of you and you still have in my heart, but since we got here so quickly time passes and the emotions are so strong and is working for me all day that just when I arrive, rosette spray to bed ... but today I had one day a little more quiet and do not want stop telling you stuff.
the day we leave our golden paradise 22 Goans, our relaxed life short walk on a bike, beach, little meals home, enjoyment and relaxation and we got into early in the morning on the train journey of Anantapur,
Margao station at 6 am is like any station of India ......
bustling with people coming and going with its chaos its smells, its vendors around, luggage carriers, everything comes together and you look at your half asleep all with a sense of unreality as the train arrives.
the trnes in India are punctual, very punctual, but also very private and so we got on our own, looking for the wagon that we played and accommodate as quickly as possible to snooze for a while and take new awareness that the journey continues ., and 10 hours of traveling we were waiting up to Guntakal, where we had to wait five hours to catch another train denuievo take us to Anantapur.
the hours went by like the stations where passengers got on and off, chai sellers, and food, and little by little between sleep and reading different landscapes and the smell of sweaty feet of the gentleman who slept in the bunk above the trip went smoothly.
the estscion of gutankal could not be more ugly But that is nothing strange here, again chaos lord you take the bag and instead of waiting for the season just five hours of taking a car that brought us to Anantapur and returned the train tickets.
the trip by car (call it that) four x four before the second war
squeaked it all, but hey we got on the road three hours and also at night and that in India a lot. ... addition to roads cocoon around Socabon that car may be within half ......... but we, with the occasional stop to add water to the engine in order india is india, unique ... but love.
and here we are ... arrived at the Vicente Ferrer Foundation at 11 pm ... Vicen my
friend greeted us with his companion and viky a friend who is here working well and taught us a bit of this and told me that at 7 in the morning I got up and began to work at 8.
and more or less like I'm ....
I'm in one of the workshops are about 25 km from Anantapur, where are three hospitals, AIDS and maternity hospital, and schools and more things it is because John has been watching it but I've only seen the workshop where I am working is where the thing is made of jute jewelry or at least be called so. . There are 20 girls in my charge and a Coordinator, jute are as many and a coordinator, most of them are physically handicapped, deaf, lame
Others can not walk, walk arrastrasdose hands and knees, not as explain it, the first day you feel something very special when you have and look at you with curiosity and with such deep and beautiful black eyes that have and those innocent faces that smile, and then start work with them.
on the ground as they are in their petite tables, explain how to make the pieces, some gestures to another and you are caught talking on hand when you explain something to say thank madan ........ conm share them many hours, eat together all on the floor, do not I have to put photos that you may see how it is, because I can not explain in words at least still without my eyes filled with tears and I was excited when I write .
but that if such will tell you that I am happy to give and receive both of them, I
the days fly by and when I get tonight I'm tired but happy and content.
good I leave it too late and I have to go to sleep, tomorrow I expect another great day of work. I love you all and I promise to write more often.
thousand hugs and kisses
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