Dear Friend,
I write because I came back. My month in Peru has ended and I, well, I feel drained and filled at the same time. You already spent a few days since my return home, and now I write to you. Can I write the little Sharon, or the sweet Jeimy. Can I write the young Ricardo and John and Clare. Can I talk at length about the places, faces, emotions, fears, laughter and tears. We can describe the effort and the joy of those moments after a long day of travel from place to place, with few moments of pause ... I, I .... but I will not. Today in this letter I want to tell you about a special friend, whom I met for the first time Sunday, August 8 when I and my companions yards set foot on the soil of Agua Dulce, where for some time the invasion began, that the appropriations and human gatherings . Agua Dulce people to live in foreign or adobe house, suffering from the summer heat and suffering from the cold moist wind which blows from the ocean in the winter months. Here I saw the first time. He was knocked out and constantly on every door, people did not want to enter a house which was already dusty dirty and miserable. All rejected it, but undaunted she returned day after day, moment by moment and knock on every door physically and mentally every person who erects to protect their possessions. She saw that I was peering and cunning and evil came to me. I did not recognize it for what was immediately at first glance. Then she, indignantly, blew against me and I felt I finally ..... Poverty heard as never before. I heard her scent on the wind up to my nostrils. His strong, acrid smell mixed with the dust, his eternal companion. Poverty Powder and a few words like that from that day my mind has made inseparable. In short, my friend, I saw the poverty and ran to hug me. I pietrificai, I tried to drive away to get away from me, I was afraid and tried to force my eyes to the sky. I did not want to see you, hear you or touch you in any way. Then at some point, I do not know how, I do not know why, I realized that I was to embrace poverty, to want close to my heart, I began to love and understand. And at that moment my eyes saw through it, and saw life, the reality and richness. It was like wearing glasses for the first time and notice the multitude of leaves that populate the branches of alberi, distinguendole una dall'altra. E vedendo Essa ed attraverso Essa vidi volti, sguardi, mani, carezze, abbracci, amore, curiosità, amicizia e tanta ricchezza. Quelle misere baracche per un istante mi parvero regge splendenti e la polvere si tramutò in una soffice erba smeraldina.
Scoprii la ricchezza dove inizialmente vidi la povertà e scoprii povertà dentro di me, i falsi miti di una vita, le fatue ambizioni di gloria e riscatto sociale... oh che orizzonti mi sono sempre prefissa? Cosa ho inseguito? Cosa sto inseguendo? Chi sono stata? Chi sono e sarò? Caro Amico, tu non hai visto e per questo forse ti sembro strana, ti sembro diversa. Non hai avuto l'immensa fortuna di embrace small children with adult eyes, you do not know how you feel after a day spent trying to give something of yourself to others and do not know how much I got to give. For this reason, my new horizons you seem vain Utopias. Never have I seen, I breathe dust, I'm dressed, if only for a short time, poverty, and I can not continue to close my eyes now for the first time I could see beyond the borders of my being finished. I met the other world and discovered a Friend unexpected. For this reason I write for the last time and for the last time I'll call you friend because it's time to walk in another direction, maybe it's not the right one, but I will go to the same and I know I must leave you, devo cambiare e tu per una questione di estrema logica non puoi venire con me, non capiresti. Per questo di saluto. Addio vecchio Amico, addio a te che sei stato il compagno di questi anni, addio mio vecchio IO.
Letizia Rivolta, Elisa Gritti e Irene Raso
Questa "storia" è la vincitrice (ex aequo) del concorso "Che storia!" indetto dal Settore Internazionale di Caritas Ambrosiana tra i partecipanti all'edizione 2010 dei Cantieri della Solidarietà.
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