Time just flew by. Both in terms of the year, and every day. So it's on me over and over again that I, with a bit of luck, 10 minutes, but more like half an hour or more precisely a hour and up to late. I am still going here with a bad conscience by the world, remember that I was sometimes a reliable person and have now all the phrases it, to quickly write a text message: I'm on the road, sitting in Chapa, Chapa has the ne breakdown, which is not Chapa, the Chapa has no place ... . And real Mozambican I write this SMS by all locations. From home, in cafes, at friends and sometimes even really from Chapa, or from a stop. So please. are when I come back a bit lenient with me, come to agreed deadlines just an hour later, or just educate me again.
And so other things I'm learning more and more. After initial disgust, I am more enthusiastic Nachttopfbenutzerin, a fire at the morning tea making takes approximately 10 min (coal cook to end and water), ahead of law is the thing a good position in the wind-water fetch is when you put it not on his head can be really hard, and once you get something on its head gets to back pain (think long term and a hollow back ...).
Yes, but at least I now have new work. Work into two projects. In the morning I give English lessons in a district quite outside (which I believe everyone how easy it is to come too late. Hehe). Sit there all four boys. One was a street boy and lived for four months with the Verantwotlichen of the project. Has since learned to read and write first, and thus makes the thing a little more complicated. But totally adorable.
the head of my project is a little wacky. Is born into a very rich family, but then went voluntarily to the streets to learn other things too. There he remained for six years and has then bought a house in said district and founded a sort of holiday for all children.
On the first weekend should I participate in any meeting of that organization. She was scheduled for 14am. I was 15 as clock and thus the first. Around 20pm I went, something beduselt, but without a word about the scheduled meeting because not enough people came. But I know now half the neighborhood and life-stories (which can be found in Germany, so must first ...).
lunch I help with the various Departments Organisation Marcha Mundial pela Paz events Nao e-Violencia. Do not ask me what it means exactly German, but it should be a march, October-December by the various states with many events on nonviolence and Ruestungsabzug. besides, we are still collecting money to build an orphanage in Ponta do Ouro, just south of Maputo, South African border.
The first event is for us but (the so-say in German?? I do not think so ...) a lunch for disadvantaged children to be with music, dance, discussion, ...
what it looks then. Meanwhile, I
have successfully survived the parental and fraternal visit. Was in effect, but very nice. And I think that it has also fallen. who wants to know, can perhaps ask for a copy of the nearly 1,000 images CD full of my mother. Yes, it siehtn not just look, it has really made a lot of pictures. But probably I'm happy about after this year.
At this point, thank you for the love chocolate, chocolate, tea and Gummibaerenzufuhr. I feel at times like paradise, is not lying believe that chocolate contains Glueckshormone :-) Otherwise
. If interested you can still visit any time to approach me, even if my year here so slowly but surely drawing to a close. I just feel that as rather sad. Especially the last 3 months have really flown by, in order to beat again a nice arc to the beginning.
