Pus-filled Lesion Dogs

Mexico

• Rud, and that 'the only one not drinking, it seems the most' of any such marks .... 'cause ????? : O)
• Cate wins: I'm dressed as an eggplant and I'm proud! : O)
• Clap clap guest of honor of the evening! : O)
• Search the intruder ... (Is 'yes you guessed it!): O)

Does Herpes Appear In The Pubic Hair Region

return from foreign

"Dear friend and dear friend that this summer we've visited,
this letter reaches you is definitely a bit' late.
Not only because of the time Gighessa be a bit 'slower, not only because
to send the mail should go to Shashemane,
not only because as you lower your car
is always someone to give a lift,
not only because the way we have not yet managed to fix it, but because

you should read this letter before you leave.
was a kind of early warning. Now
now it's done, it's too late, but at least
will help you understand what happened to you and you'll
in the coming days and months to come.

You started or did you leave for Ethiopia.
Not you alone or by itself.
With you started a whole new world.
All friends and the friends that you have entrusted something
and are proud to be a bit 'share in your journey.
fellow workers who have agreed to tailor their holiday to your journey.
All those who have given you any advice or recommendation.
But not only these.
Even those who were against, you have discouraged
who were anxious about your departure,
they are also parties with you.
Even those who tell you that it is time that blacks make do at home.
Even those who would naively build walls between people and another.
Even these have come with you, because basically you're
result of all this, for good and evil

for acceptance or opposition
if you come and if you are coming is also thanks to them and then together with them.

Here you have encountered a different world. So many things
the know already, I had heard so many stories and seen so many photos.
Did you know that poverty exists, but here you have met those who have nothing,
not only for tomorrow but for today.
Did you know that there is leprosy, but had never shaken hands with a leper.
Did you know that there are many languages, but were never so long
among people that do not understand anything when they talk.
Did you know that there is ingested, but I had never heard the flavor.
Did you know that here it is difficult to wash, but you never smelled the sick.
Sometimes you're not stuck and you have closed your eyes, but when you have them reopened
everything was still there.

It is not a dream, is a world.
is not in the past, is a six-hour flight from home.
All of this did you meet, and it is a strange thing happened.
Perhaps without intending it, without thinking, or maybe by choice
You left this world enters into you.
He did not ask "permission", it has done so much noise.
It 'seemed like a natural thing, not a forced entry.
But when it happened you noticed.
That night when you went to sleep and you hear the howling of hyenas,
you seemed like a normal thing.
When the child with her hands dirty's got you by the shirt, you
not bothered as before.
That world was no longer outside,
through the things you've heard, tasted, seen and touched
that world came through you.
Forever.

Now you're back and you're back home.
Or so you thought.
you home again, but not by him or herself.
That world that you found it came with you.
not left the airport.
not enough on the first night back in your bed or the early evening with friends.
That world is left in you and will stay there.
Not surprising, you say, but it is not so simple.
From now on, even that is your world.
So, out with friends no longer have the same flavor.
So when the news repeats the same things, you ask yourself: "What's Next?"
So, when you cross a brother of color on the street,
I listen and wonder: "What language do you speak? from which the world will be? "
So when you close the door on the evening, you can not leave out all the rest of the world.
In a word, you've become a bit 'foreigner even when you're home.
There's a world that runs out, where you find yourself way down.
Within you there is always another, which reminds you that not all
dinner is served before bedtime
that not everyone will greet the
same way that not everyone will get up tomorrow morning.
you been a stranger in Ethiopia
And from now on you will live a little 'even a stranger in your home.

does not happen that at all.
Some people collect travel to countries far away
But in reality, never moves from his home. It is not enough

the plane ticket is not enough to enter another world
should be willing to let a new world
becomes part of you.
And so you find yourself always be a bit 'foreign.

If any consolation, you're in good company.
not only because many other people, by choice or necessity, living abroad.
You are in the company of one who
to be close to us and help us understand our true condition, he became a stranger.
in Jerusalem was called the "Galileo", in Samaria, "the Jew."
because they kicked him out of Nazareth did not behave as a good citizen.
Gerasenes I have prayed to return from where it came from. A
Pilate made it clear that his kingdom was not of this world.
bore within itself the nostalgia of another world, another way of life.
why it was able to relativize the safety of the Pharisees,
the tranquility of the rich, the despair of the vanquished.
He revealed that they were strangers is our truest
condition that he never heard of everything at home is not a mental illness
But the truth of our destiny in this lifetime
that never run out of where we are today or tomorrow.

I hope that what you have lived in Ethiopia from foreign
And what a stranger at home you are living today
help you recognize that you
unquenchable thirst for life that only in Jesus Christ, the true Stranger, finds its true home.

nice trip on the roads of the world
that from today onwards you will be a little 'less alien. "

Don Matteo

Cervix Low Open 7 Dpo

My Africa_Etiopia [2 to 22 August 2008]

(Photos taken by Vale)

TIME

"The European and the African people an idea of \u200b\u200bthe time completely different, and I consider him relate so opposto.Nel the European concept of time exists objectively, independently of man, outside of it, and it 'quality with' measurable and time lineari.Secondo Newton and 'absolute "The Absolute, true, mathematical runs itself 'and if' virtue 'of its very nature, equally and without depending on any external factor." The Europeans feel slave of time, and it 'conditional, and' his subject through and tutto.Per exist and function must comply with its strict laws and immovable, his strict principles and his regole.Deve respective dates, deadlines, and day orari.Si moves only in the gears of time, without which it can 'esistere.Tra man and the time there is an irresolvable conflict that inevitably ends with the defeat of man: the time annihilates man. "

" The African native, instead, want the time so completely opposto.Per them it is a category much more 'flexible, open, elastic, soggettiva.E' the man who affects the shape of time, on its course and ritmo.Il time and 'even something that humans can 'create: in fact the existence of time manifests itself through the events, and that an event takes place or not depends on man. The time is manifested as a result of our action if we cease our action or not even take, and it sparisce.Il time 'an entity' inert, passive and mainly conditioned by man.
The exact opposite of the European way of thinking. "
(Ebano_Ryszard Kapuscinski)

That makes no sense to ask:
" What time does the bus for Awasa "the answer and ':
"when all seats are taken!"
[Password: "TOMORROW"]


"These people have a capacity 'to wait absolutely incredible"
(Ebony)

UNITA' SPIRITUAL

"... the characteristic of this civilization 'that most' hits, namely 'its impermanence', the temporary ', the lack of continuity' materiale.La mud hut built yesterday, today there ' more '. The fields, planted three months ago, now lie incolti.L' unique continuity 'that lasts, holding together the individual communities', and 'continuity' of racial traditions and rituals, the worship of ancestors are deeply felt that, more 'than from a material or territorial community, the African and' joined together by spiritual communion with his fellows. "
(Ebony)

ARRIVING IN ADDIS ABABA

"I am versed in tin huts"
(I go to the capo_Sergio Ramazzotti)

ROAD ADDIS ABABA-STEM

"We meet the truck: and 'left the road and turned' upside-down on one side by three hundred kilometers from capitale.Il load and 'upside down on the grass. Passengers Tugging vedono.Qualcuno when we have the bloody face "
(I go to his head)

250 km south of Addis Ababa

... and 'a vast plain crossed by valleys and dirupi.Durante the rainy season in these deep gorges and fast flowing rivers tempestosi.Al out above the stand out here and the' three thousand metri.Sono mountain high mountains of eroded rock, color Bronze and copper, from the tops so 'smooth and flat that could serve as natural airports.
... the mountains are green, high, silence stupendi.Ovunque profondo.Ma just stop, sit on the side of the road and listen to warn of high voices in the distance and monotone.Sono the songs of children on the slopes surrounding children who collect twigs, the cattle guard, cut grass for their animals.
Meta 'of Africans and' still below the fifteen anni.Tutti armies are full of children in refugee camps and the majority 'consists of children, children working in the fields, the market traded the house bambini.A and 'the child touches the most part' important responsibility 'to get water.
... and here comes the plastic tank. Miracle! Revolution! First of all, and 'relatively cheap, but the essential' his leggerezza.Inoltre there are any measures that also the small child can 'bring home a few liters. "
(Ebony)

RIDE THE (CHOCOLATE) WATERFALLS

" We climb the bank, and clinging to the roots sticking nails in soft soil "
(I go to his head)
... under the watchful eye of baboons and scimmiepuzzola ...

" Swallowed by dense vegetation, shaken by the URL pure, primordial River, was born at the exact spot where the rainbow "
(I go to his head)

Shashamane

"Here I am again in an engraving by Dore 'for Dante's Inferno, colored by Van Gogh and by adding sound effects and thumping olfactory: bus invented soldering iron huts and files of seats on the truck bodies, taxi full of scoppiare.E then heads to the point where dozens of stalls rossa.Tutti wood planted on the ground screaming. "
(I go to his head)

NEGELLE

"The driver and 'launched to sixty kilometers per hour (our driver ... 90 km / h. ) on a road that would appreciate a rally driver as a gym, and when the wheels encounter a pothole the passengers' heads painfully banging on the ceiling, the windows and against other teste.LA track makes its way with difficulty through the trees of a forest green smeraldo.Antichi wooden bridges, bent under the weight of daily traffic, exceed ditches and swamps. "
(I go to his head)

THE PERIOD OF THE GREAT RAIN

" ... in the middle 'way we are surprised by a shower unprecedented violence . The large drops of water fell on us like meteors in a minute and we are completely soaked. "
(I go to his head)

STEM RURAL HOSPITAL

"There are women who wander barefoot up and down 'the corridor, rubbing his eyes, boys and girls with sex proudly exposed to the fresh morning air and men indolente.L 'smell of humanity' and 'pungent'
(I go to his head)

THE ROAD TO ALAMGANA

"Together with the antennas enormous insects, worms, hairy moths flying wildly upset ... I have the feeling to slip more and more 'deep within the bowels of the world "
(I go to his head)

Injera

"I stop to meditate on how to eat africano.Mani posate.MAni instead of plunging into the food, are caught in the mouth, are thoroughly cleaned from finger to finger shiny lips and come back to dive into the food and 'property' Joint Combined with other mani.Un brothers making ritual that feeds the strangers. "
(I go to his head)

ADDIS ABABA-MILAN

"A plane will take me 'in Milan in a few hours, and someone I will use' of chilled wine while under our wings indifferent scroll hills, jungles, rivers, lakes, savannah lions, snakes, spiders, crocodiles, the palaces of dictators, churches, huts, mosques and missions, the drums of war. "
(I go to his head)


Special thanks to:
mission Stem (Consolata Missionaries)
Stem rural hospital
The village of lepers
Abba Renzo
Abba Abba Gabriel
Lejandro
The Sister Gabriella

Francisco
Jona
Abdul
Vale
Lele
Alessia
Elisa
"He's climbing the monkey" and his wife
Rucio
Jonas
Edurne
Carmen
Pepe
Catherine
Cristin

Dr. Laura of Awasa
Corrado
Gamacisa
Branu
Bisu
Louis
Ghiandino
Auburn '
James
Peter
Getu
and all the other boys unpronounceable names, which never leaves us alone
All children, especially those hospitalized and their smiles
The zebegna '
The rain
Baboons
The Hyppos
The vehicles
...