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Nairobi, 21 gennaio 2010
Per andare al Centro di Madre Teresa di Calcutta impiego una mezz’ora, passo per Muthaiga, continuo sulla strada per Tikka, e a Kasarani giro a destra e passo attraverso le fabbriche di birra Tusker e Castle. Entro nel quartiere di Gumba dove inizia uno sterrato stretto tra due file di botteghe wood and cardboard: Charlie Pub, Butchery tzami, Joyce Beauty Salon, Safari and Joseph Best Coffee Fruit.
The warden of the Centre can not hear, but it sees me open. In the courtyard of children and young people with disabilities of various kinds, mostly mental. We exchange greetings. After a while, 'here comes a nun who told me to follow her. Sister
Rio arrives with her smile in 3D color, the veil of the Order of Mother Teresa's white gauze blue stripes. The visit lasts two hours. I tell her my life, I'll show photos of Christina, Carla, and his baptism in Embeccio, Ethiopia, February 19, 2000, Father Angelo who plunges into the water.
His eyes shine with joy. He tells me his life. Served as secretary to Mother Teresa a Calcutta per molti anni, parla 6 lingue, poi il Brasile, poi il Sudan dove è stata 7 anni nel pieno della guerra tra Sud e Nord, con i janawid che le attaccavano a colpi di AK47 e loro che assistevano migliaia di derelitti in fuga dai poveri villaggi incendiati. Gli aerei bombardavano e nelle buche lasciate dalle bombe le sorelle piantavano banani e papaye con i semi portati dai paesi di origine: papaye indiane, banane etiopiche… Dopo qualche tempo c’era una piantagione. I Dinka non le volevano, ma lei spiegò che erano lì “per vivere e morire con loro”, così i Dinka si aprirono a cerchio intorno a loro, le celebrarono e le accolsero, erano diventate Dinka anche loro. Mi parla a lungo dei cieli, dei tramonti, del desert and its colors. He asks me of my travels in Africa.
Then we visit with the Centre. There is the "human garbage" that nobody wants, physically and mentally handicapped, sick with tuberculosis, AIDS patients, and malformed children born evil, some crazy dangerous. There's the corner for washing clothes and dishes to wash the separated. Every day, prepare food for 150 people, including the poor of the neighborhood, and there is a good smell of onions in the air. The Center is surrounded by a wall with barbed wire: Years ago, I told Sister Rio, "came the bandits, the sisters were brutally beaten, not killed or raped, but they severely beaten. Those sisters were transferred to the shock and now we got us, also there is a wall that protects us. " The center is airy, well built, there is even a small cloister of the first area of \u200b\u200bthe enclosure. We talk a lot and I tell her the center of Mother Teresa of Sidis Kilo, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. I will not tell, but there, I remember, the general appearance and the vision of the various rooms were more depressing: the bad smell of sweaty and dirty straw was mixed with a gloomy atmosphere and without hope. There
Addis sister told me that I had accepted that two girls had turned 18 the day before, showed me happy and proud, ma loro non sapevano neanche attraversare la strada, dove mai potevano andare dopo 18 anni nel Centro? Chi le avrebbe mai sposate, amate e protette? Ricordo anche 85 bambini, piccoli e nudi, con le buste di plastica attaccate ai fianchi al posto dei pannolini. Ricordo la disciplina dei poveri che sanno ringraziare il Signore anche per quel poco che hanno, le lunghe code in piedi per avere le medicine e le istruzioni che impartivano le suore.
Tante mani strette e saluti fino all’uscita e mi è parso, come sempre dopo questo tipo di visite, di essere un fortunato pensando a quanti regali mi fa la vita ogni giorno.
E’ stato così anche stavolta. Mentre facevo manovra con la macchina non riuscivo a staccare l’attenzione dal sorriso deep and happy that Sister Rio never stopped thanking me. Around her, a swarm of children sick, twisted arms, a summons, but she smiled as if it were straight out of a successful party, a fabulous feast of sounds and colors. Thank you Sister
Rio.

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Nairobi January 8, 2010 On the morning of January 5, 2010 the sun is shining in the sky blue of Kenya. Mrs. Sharon Brown has placed American Margaux, her daughter a year, in a pouch on his chest and, with her husband, a professor at the International School of Kenya Nairobi, has come out for a quiet stroll along the Castle Forest Lodge Nature Trail, a good hotel just outside the boundaries Mount Kenya National Park. With their guidance accompanying the hotel and several other tourists. The road is well marked and beaten every day by rangers of the hotel and traveled dozens of tourists. Suddenly and without any reason, a female elephant charged the group. All fled back to the hotel and travel, all but poor Mrs. Brown and her child in the carrier. The elephant killed them and their bodies are found in 7 or 8 feet away from each other. I am saddened and shocked by this tragic event.
Scientists speak of "habitat fragmentation" in which they live elephants and the fact that human population growth, coupled with poaching, leads i branchi alla fuga e alla costante perdita di territori. I bracconieri uccidono i grandi maschi o le femmine più mature d’età perché hanno le zanne più grandi. Il commercio d’avorio è proibito dal 1989, ma un chilo di zanne d’elefante vale 750 dollari. A causa della caccia e del selvaggio taglio delle foreste gli elefanti più giovani perdono il branco e i legami di famiglia e, rimasti soli, possono essere pericolosi. Spesso mancano, come gli umani, di controllo sociale. Gli studiosi del mondo animale spiegano che le femmine più anziane, le nonne con esperienza, sono sempre più rare. Le madri giovanissime non sanno come allevare bene i figli e gli orfani crescono senza riferimenti culturali. La società, come succede da noi, va allo sbando.
Gli elefanti sono dotati di una raffinata organizzazione sociale, di una memoria straordinaria e di grande sensibilità. Quando un elefante muore gli altri lo seppelliscono con rami e foglie e restano a vegliarne il cadavere per giorni e giorni. Negli anni seguenti tornano sul posto e vi sostano seguendo un preciso cerimoniale. Se uno di loro viene ucciso il gruppo è capace di aspettare per anni fino a quando la vendetta viene portata a termine. Gli elefanti stanno diventando, dopo gli ippopotami, una diffusa causa di morte per gli esseri umani in Africa e, all’interno del ciclo biologico, animali assai più aggressivi che in passato.
Quando siamo andati ad Aberdare National Park nella sala dell’Ark, above the welcoming open fire, we noticed the trophy head of a large white rhinoceros. The ranger told us that he had been killed by a female elephant when she saw him get too close to his small (who had started playing with the baby rhino).
There is no animal or car in the world that can withstand the charge of an elephant.
They are the kings of the forest, not the lions.
course, "any animal, as fast, has more speed of a charging lion from a distance of few meters. It 'a step quicker than thought, faster escape of the "Beryl Markham wrote in" West with the Night ", but the progression of an elephant charge is irresistible even for the big cats. The lions move dall'abbeveraggio when the elephants arrive: the boys outside, the females in the intermediate position to give orders, the young, so to speak, in the middle, as I have seen many times before every waterhole.
In thirty years of travel in Africa, I met hundreds and hundreds of elephants: I do not think that they can be aggressive without reason.
In 1988, in Malawi, I had rented a small boat to go up north to the south of the river Shire, a tributary of Lake Malawi, the national park. In the late afternoon, during the coolest hours, with a smaller boat and reach the shore excursions we did a piedi nel bush. Una sera, col sole che emanava la sua ultima luce giallo ocra, silenziosamente un grande elefante mi passò davanti a 5 o 6 metri di distanza. Per fortuna il gruppo di turisti che guidavo rimase silenzioso e fermo. Più in là vedemmo un’intera famigliola: maschio, mamma e piccolo. Camminavano placidi verso nord, rossi di polvere e abbagli porpora del sole al tramonto.
Dieci anni dopo a Marsabit, nel nord del Kenya, io e Cristina dormivamo in tenda sulle rive del lago, nell’unico luogo dove è consentito campeggiare all’interno del cratere.
Era una placida notte stellata quando fummo svegliati dai potenti barriti degli elefanti che passarono in mezzo alle tende e se ne andarono. Se avessero voluto ci were swept away, not only did not, but all the camping equipment left intact as if their passage was a dream. For fear we could not go back to sleep for a while ', and even walked out of the tent. The next day we looked good and get back to camp there: we were warned by their trumpeting. Fortunately, we had to leave for the desert of North Horr.
The tragedy of Mrs. Sharon sparked discussions on safety in Nairobi safari. If you visit a park on foot and meet animals must remain in total silence and not to move. If you're in the car and get good return in the evening on the way back to the lodge. A colleague Cristina, during a safari in Uganda, had a failure the engine of the jeep at dusk and spent the night with his family in the car. But all this has nothing to do with the case of Mrs. Sharon and her daughter had their guide, were near the hotel, were approved on a path. The Kenyan government has declared that it would extend the grant of the ranger rifle outside of national parks: the Castle of the Forest Lodge Nature Trail is just outside of Mount Kenya National Park and the ranger had no gun.
would be better to bring an environmentally sustainable tourism, limiting access to national parks, a serious suppression of poaching and a real control of the territory, but it is not easy because too many people who eat thanks to poaching and bush in the area did not clearly demarcated boundaries and there is no control.
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