Mr. Greg grows visibly in Uganda, in the capital. And in the compound where we live happy, full of trees, little friends to have fun and above all safe and without risk (almost, as already has three scars on the face due to falling game). But is it right that he too see and experience the city as it stands, that goes far beyond the gate behind which we repaired. Sometimes we go in the dirt roads that lead from the main road and after that it opens up a world virtually unknown to us. Unfortunately it is not easy being white sometimes in Uganda and he has tried. When we arrive in the clearing of the neighborhood full of kids playing ball, jumping rope, chasing each other, mostly barefoot, dirty and pretty with a runny nose usually ... well, the activities of a sudden stop and all the children in a There are currently ahead of us with eyes wide open, motionless, watching us. Greg is not just a gesture or say something I explode with laughter loud and fingers pointing at us. With the best will try to say Greg going to play, but anyone would feel a bit 'uncomfortable in a situation like that ... then use the fun lasts becomes white rabbits with red eyes that run between the trash and calm after a while we go disconsolate. But I am convinced that if we continue to attend the open space of the games we become acccetti well, like the time we were invited to participate in the festival area (on the same square) with traditional songs and dances.
But between episodes, there are also quite moving, do you remember when I told Greg that was selling bananas on the road? Often we stopped along the way by women who sell corn and bananas, with a lady in particular, we did "friendship". The lady sitting by the roadside along with suio children, a, Patricia, seven months and another one (or more, but still I did not understand how many and what are its children) for six or seven years. Sometimes we stopped a few minutes and play with the children, to exchange some talk in Luganda and English mixed with gestures and I bought a roasted corn, at other times my in-laws bought packets of biscuits and gave them to children. Obviously there Waits for nothing but one night, it was already dark, I was coming home with Greg and a friend and the lady was as usual on his corner of the sidewalk with her children, she called Gregori mama! " and I hardly have found the darkness and I leaned toward her, brought me a bag saying "for Gregori" and I am amazed but not understanding what it was, I thanked her repeatedly with a bow as used Ugandan women. Arrived home, the light, I opened the clear plastic bag and found a plastic giraffina and terra cotta owl ... a lump in my throat was inevitable, especially when I see it as Gregory holds these two items and keeps them happy between her hands saying "galo" (meaning gift). How precious are these two simple toys!
Beliefs interesting
In the office they told me that if you fat means that your husband takes care of you and you're lucky ... that ass!
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