Dear Ruth, Receiving your letter today after nearly ten years without knowing anything about you. The last time we saw you were a young girl lost in Egypt and Sudan in the hope that UNHCR gave you and you had refugee status by both the right and the media in the U.S. reasentarte. Today you are a grown woman, with a couple of girls and a divorce behind your back ... and a clear sense of disappointment that leaps to the eye. I remember
Cairenes in those days in which we talked about the future, you never believe me when I said that the "civilized world" was quite different from what you saw in movies. Both you and your friends will you believed all that came out on the damn screen. Not everyone has a house, or a wonderful garden, or tie the dog with sausage. Do not expect that in the midst of so much technological advancement and opulence could find so much poverty and lack of solidarity in the land of promise. Needless to say, never understand why my skepticism. Now you can see clearly what was at that time I was indecipherable and clothes do not hurt now recognize your miscalculation.
In those days, I remember when I said (and still maintain) that if I had to be poor, I'd rather be in Africa rather than in Europe or the United States. In Africa, how many times I've seen, you can always turn to a relative, a cousin, a relative you know only by name, someone from your tribe or region ... in the first world when it comes to "economic problems" of the household is almost a taboo to be over two days hosted in someone's house, seems like a bother. In the culture of my birth, so different from yours, poverty is more shameful, you suffer in silence trying to look their best to not give rise to hurtful comments or humiliating in the neighborhood or family. Poverty in Africa is easier to bear because it is shared and you can easily find someone to help you in your strictures. That coldness and loneliness of a world that deeply individualistic is that you have found all these years in this society that he longed to know.
telling me stories of these past years I sound like that song of the 70 who spoke of "Gigi L'Amoroso," that Italian playboy who left his people wanting to conquer the world and returned to the United States as a failure and with his tail between legs. Relatively speaking, of course, in your words, not only meeting also disillusionment with a reality so materialistic and so inhumane, but also the deep feeling of seeing a prisoner in the country of adoption and you are now surrounded by relatives who came gradually after you as a trickle of bureaucracies and luck and are now a burden for you because you prevented from returning to the Africa to which it is obvious, flings himself terribly less ...
I believe you, Ruth, I know now that you've seen the other side of the world you're dying to go back to your origins and your daughters to show landscapes and faces that will be completely unknown and even inscrutable. Hopefully you make it, hopefully you can go ahead and return to Africa to serve your people. Hopefully one day the vision of the handle near the house of your parents, that evening in the bush or the melody of a proud Dinka pastor who praises the majesty of his flock are able to erase forever the nostalgic sadness your eyes.
Written by Alberto Eisman, author of the Blog "In Africa Key" http://blogs.periodistadigital.com/enclavedeafrica.php
Thanks Alberto
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