Saturday, January 29, 2011
We Mora, the home of Lucy, Justine, and Berte, Sister Josephine of Cuneo.
is difficult to describe the emotions that accompanied today the last kilometers of our journey. We left from Maiduguri to greet the priests and David Bitrus that they had accepted. One of them takes us up out of the city not to get lost in traffic from the early hours of the day is already chaotic. What strikes us again what we already had caught our last night attention: the military who patrol the ground on which stands the cathedral and the shelter where we stayed. Last night, the priest told us yesterday that killed two of the candidates to the chair of the governor of the state. This continues to create much tension in the region and now two years the cathedral is controlled by the presence of 4-6 soldiers armed to the teeth.
Let's emotion salt. The information given to us to reach the border are correct and without too many problems come to Banki. The road is paved and the presence of several holes will slow down the pace. This allows more time to make room for feelings. Customs control on the last Banki road, we rely on a guy that accompanies us to the border post. Entering Banki understand the importance of kindness because we would never have found themselves the border post. The last place we see from afar the sisters that we had to wait at the bar of its frontier. There were all. Lucy, Justine, Berte, Albertina Assunta and waving to greet you. In front of the bewilderment of all present is caused by two motorcyclists dressed as Martians and dusty with a car on a plate with a little 'strange, and for the outreach of many white women who speak a strange language as we embrace almost forgetting that there is yet to pass a border. Between laughter and even a few tears down the general contentment. After a while 'we reported the order of greetings from the boy who accompanied us who shows us the customs officer that we must address. Practices with Nigeria is fast and pleasant marked as always by surprise when we say where we are from.
Once you leave the bar of the border we head, almost in disbelief at the turn of the last checks, as Cameroon. The first steps are fast and instead extending the customs things a bit 'because, first you do not know what to do, then missing the sheets you have to fill. However, all ends in less than three hours. Not bad for being in Africa.
is strange to see how everyone reacts to emotions. There are those who never stops talking, others with difficulty make out the words. Thanking there are a few miles of track that leaves time to settle a bit 'or further increase their feelings.
Reaching Mora was indescribable. Many things have changed and yet so many reference points bring to mind many memories. It would take too long to tell. We hope that there may be occasions.
The lunch we had prepared the sisters was a wedding and we stopped eating so far. After a good tea go to sleep with hearts full of gratitude for the journey and especially for the warmth that gives rise to the lump in my throat.
Tomorrow we will be putting up with the community and there is another bathroom with people and emotions. We'll tell you. Good night to all and thanks for joining us with such affection. If we are here is thanks to you all.
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