Sunday, February 6
Yesterday was tiring day and the warm greetings between the beginning of the return journey.
greetings are always a rip incomprehensible. We started with healthy Sister Justine that having to leave for Garoua to visit Sister Eliane still studying, has pulled out of bed for the last picture with her. Before going to sleep Sister Lucia cut the piece of cloth that we gave them so they were already dressed in the morning with the new cloth. Well as others in those days wanted to take pictures with our bikes. We should propose a timetable for the BMW with the kids in Africa. It would have been a success. In addition we could have put the beginning and end of the nuns in motion pictures. This meant that the greetings were a little 'less tiring. After we said goodbye to Justine
Berte also that he had to leave for a day of friendship with the youth of parish. The morning was devoted then to the cabin. We left everything he could serve the mission as a country and as tools for the repair and we took books and clothes to wear in Italy Lucia. All this has meant that close to the heart of the greetings were delayed. We still ate chicken that had given us Barthelemy's father Friday morning.
When the time of departure, we were able to hold back the tears, this has indeed released the tension that existed between us. Truly the heart is too small to hold all the gratitude of the Sisters of Mora and especially to Sister Lucia, who has succeeded in making everyone feel at home even those who knew her less. In the film "Babette's Feast" at the end there is a phrase that is well suited to what we have tried to the community of Sisters of Mora. "The angels in heaven will reward all that we have won." The journey to
Yagoua was the way to entrust all our emotions to God prepare to meet Barthelemy. The trip was like passing into an oven. The temperature never dropped below 38 degrees even reaching 40. Not bad, eh?
Reception of Barthelemy was excellent with a dinner of the African, but with every gift of God is his gratitude was exciting. Never stopped to thank the most front of the car that we brought. After dinner, we remembered the great times we had together as friends and finally, we unloaded our luggage to load them in another car. Since we brought the car still has the Italian plate, the risk is that once you get off in Douala, have had problems with the controls back. Having had
not exactly good news for the tracks under Ngaoundere, we decided to leave early in the morning without celebrating Sunday mass with Barthelemy Ngaoundere in order to arrive at for the night.
wake up early, preparing Barthelemy and waiting that comes with Rene young man who will accompany us as a driver and friend of the road. We eat breakfast together, we salute the machine (after so many km does something not to share with you) pray in the chapel and ask the blessing for the trip. It starts with 4km of sand to reach the bad asphalt and then you start to travel well. 280km Garoua beautiful city and we are well known to Luca and Claudio, often down here when we worked with the sisters Brittany. We are perfectly on time and we stopped at Ngong by Sister Eliane now octogenarian came here very young. He did not know our way and does not recognize us now in our diving suits to bikers. As soon as we recognize is the feast, the real that lowers the tears: she received in Mora and Luke is Claudio. Beautiful woman with a surprising depth and so simple. Intelligent woman ironic, is famous for his jokes and his French factory worker, and those expressions that do not forget that the only think are funny. Is well and welcomed us with infinite joy, drink, eat fruit and we realize we stopped more than an hour, how wonderful the last gift of memories of Africa before going to places unknown to us. The road is beautiful and there are 280km of which the last climb up to 1300m on the plateau in a short time the temperature drops from 38 to 28 degrees and you can breathe, does not ring true. Here is fresh in Ngaoundere and beautiful, we are in a shelter where every year the Italians who work in Cameroun, Chad and Central Africa meet for a week of study, meeting and rest. It is always an Italian theologian. How many fond memories of listening and sharing meeting. Many friendships were born here, those who dig the heart and make life beautiful. Think of the pairs of Milan, Treviso priests to laymen known to many here. The mission is also this: the occasions are rare when you create more easily if you want a special depth or when everyone is away from home you have less barriers and we are all fragile and humble so that they gather more in depth.
Now we go to sleep, tomorrow is a big incognita, we have a little 'of fear but as Dino says a piece at a time. The road does not seem good for 270km, but we can not understand what "not fair", and we will tell you. We hope to get to where we Bertoua waiting for dinner. We entrust ourselves to God and yet we continue slowly. Good night and thanks to all the support
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