Why is it important to know who bring aid Hello, I'm Max
I feel better and I realize that my return was necessary. The consequences of malaria have led a number of consequences that must be taken into consideration. If you really must resume my journey, and I doubt not, I need a force that does not currently possess. The rest is doing me good, and better yet do not have to worry about a thousand details that absorb our attention, and energy, the daily steps we are exploring the continent. We leave for the time malaria in the old section, hoping to store in the old pages of the story. In this enforced rest I still how to tackle this first part of African history. When I left I did not know what I actually met him, looking more a departure from our system, rather than aspiring to find something specific. Now I will return to some details of life that I would never miss. They are sometimes trivial aspects such as light, the colors of nature and people, the great quest of contact, the ability to explode in moments of pure joy while surrounded by at least complicated situations. The sky above our heads down and draws emphatic attention as a fireworks display that you would not be the case. The sun, huge and fast in its wake the world and in his opening night. Shows that you block, almost hypnotize you. They have a strength to me, not used, it seems surreal. And when you realize that it's true, you emotions. You just emotions. And this is not trivial.
reports of meetings are made almost violent, do not misunderstand ... and above all for the better. They are high-speed impacts, and the people you meet become voices, smiles, stories and pitfalls to be attached to those places, those sounds in those colors. I speak often with pitfalls because you are surrounded by people trying to bring in its history, many times what they really need is your economic power. Sometimes it just takes them your attention. Sometimes they ask you just talk a little 'in English with them to improve their ability of expression in this language they are learning their own way or at school. For children is a different matter, I can not give them, I do not care who smile because they know that true, or so we touch the heart. Whatever the impulse that moves them, I help them and always will be. For adults, I must say that my approach has changed over time. I travel to tie our adventures / misadventures at Children's Village Nairobi, this has made me less attentive. Perhaps too open, at least in the beginning. Then you realize that a year in Africa if you're not careful it can cost you money down the drain in capital, extorted from people trying to gain maximum benefit from the encounter with the stranger. There is, part of the game. I understand that, but we must also defend itself in order to give the project for which they are party. Do you remember the area Ngor? The pelican Oscar, the village where we spent a bit 'of rice?
Unfortunately, starting the first symptoms of malaria and did not allow me to address the situation as I should.
To clarify what really happened, let's recap together. Because it is related to the considerations that I was in the line above. Samba encounter on the beach, takes us to visit the village and does so with such skill and kindness that we would have certainly paid for being a wonderful guide. It tells us that he does not want money, but we can buy rice for the village. It leads us into the store, shows us the huge bag of rice. Not the money to the seller, who thanks us ... and this, in hindsight, it is strange. But the fact remains that we do not understand when they talk to each other and sets up the scene that is absolutely believable.
The next day we go sailing with him, tells us to be one of four families in the village. They were fishermen, offers to take us for a few francs on the island of Ngor right in front of us. We do not present ourselves as engaged in various embassies. When we come back he's gone.
The next morning while walking pensively on the beach (I was beginning to feel not good), joins me and takes me from one of the religious leaders of the village to thank me. Let's go home the same, leads me to the school of the photos and makes me turn again to the village. Finally I asked more money, but I did not with me. It is a bit 'moody. The warrant further aid, but since then never be able to meet him. Indeed on the beach, the day before we left Bamako while looking for the point in the first meeting, I was a young man who presented in a low voice told me not to believe "that Samba." E 'Mafia, and tells me calling other older sitting on the boats behind us. The same at first ask me if I had done something wrong, then when I say that in fact introduced me to the village and we won the rice because we did enjoy local customs and people are literally insane. And they asked me to go with them in police station to report it. I promised them that we would go together after my return by yet another embassy. Then come back unfortunately fever and disappointment has kept me in bed. So today we do not know if the liar was the first Samba or other envious of the village, some wanted to renounce it, but it is also true that the money he took them to him we would have data anyway. Here, too, is Africa, not understanding exactly who you can trust. But then, on different levels is so different from us? This episode has made me more careful, many fields on stealing other aid that they deserve. And that's why proliferate associations, institutions and projects ... need to know how to choose and are happy to partner with AMREF in its history with the people I know and I know that does not betray our trust. Going straight is just to touch the problem first hand, but before giving aid to move on from those who have more experience.
To close, another episode almost argue with a guy who asked me money. I fever, headache, and confused by the story of Samba, I explain that I have not had time to change. So I do not have CHF with me. Then point out that you do not need to be so persistent, rather annoys me. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not really always a soft type. And the reason behind the story of our year in Africa, this differentiates us from other tourists who can spend and buy all those beautiful things that give you ... we can not afford it. Well this guy, who meanwhile had taken by the hand, was excited for this gesture and why we would like to help in our little part of Africa ... and gave me a beautiful mask. Ah, saying the Italians, Africans in Europe ... big heart. And stressed as when they want to sell ... Another incident happened to Maximus, the phone lost in taxi .... Telephone which is equivalent to one year in economic life, if it is seen by the driver bring generous ... .. We were astonished then happily surprised. And this is the Africa that need our help, this is Africa not leave anymore. This is Africa where we can learn.
A year from now we will know more certainly, but if we can help let us do it through who knows how we have the fortune of a partner as well. Aid and to focus dedichiamoli AMREF. Why go wrong to give food aid means that corrupt system that tends to maintain the situation of those in need.
I wanted to share an issue left open ... see you soon my friends
being restored, but still your Massimiliano.
Village situated on a plot of about one hectare. 
