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12:09:09 MR.GREG 'A SELLER OF BANANAS

Episode: walking along the express way near his home in Kampala (main road, paved and busy), we stopped to buy bananas from a child along the sidewalk. The child (who will have 'had about 9 or 10 years and I think he lived very little of her own childhood) was sitting on a mat with a basket full of bananas in front of you'. I stop, with Gregory by the hand, I bent down to ask the price, and then Greg comini bananas and yelling "Nana, Nana"! to avoid making the figure of the mother who cares for her son to peel a banana and just bought him do a piece, not just pick up the nice comfortable sitting next to the little girl to enjoy his banana and caress the hands of the child. Women who were selling next mantis shrimp or roasted peanuts have made very comical to see this "little things" white sitting in the middle of the sidewalk to "sell" bananas smiling but the beauty is that when I told him it was time to go, we could not stay there all night he got me pretty good "bye bye" and was placed next to his new best friend, ready to send me home alone. Take it away was a company in the laughter of the ladies next door and passers-by who stopped in amazement to observe the scene, for once, in a European the shoes of an African ... the roadside.
It 's true that children have no boundaries .. how wonderful!

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30/08/2009 MR. GREG AND THE CAPITAL OF UGANDA

We're back here, after months, but we are justified in fact there have been changes graaandi!
From the bucolic life of "campaign" in the village Greg moved with his mother in the chaotic capital Kampala. Kampala is, like most African capitals, a chaos. You can find everything, but just about anything, even for the sophisticated needs of our European expatriates. What you will find this city is like a major European city, including casinos, restaurants for all tastes, swimming pools, gyms, cinema and theater ... In short we wanted to kick it big but we actually ... but we take advantage Kampala little luxury is not just the Owino market, central market (huge) made up of shacks on top of each other, creating narrow passageways and smelly including "walk" to search for the desired item among hundreds of people shouting, running, eating ... there are areas of men's clothes, towels zone, zone of fabrics and seamstresses
... Kampala is also street children, begging at traffic lights, and street vendors at every street corner that sell the most unexpected as deck chairs, toys, games, or make a pedicure or manicure on the sidewalk just having a litter box for objects.
In Kampala there are the rich neighborhoods of villas behind high gates or hedges green but there are slums where people live who have fled from war ventanale the north and settled in areas divided according to tribe. The children of these slums speak Luganda (the language of the central region where Kampala is located) since they use at school, but also and above all speak the language of the regions where they come from and follow the traditions of their tribe even though we live in the capital in short .. many cities are in the city.
E 'difficult, I believe, get to know all its secrets and Kampala and its contradictions but it is also so fascinating creche always look "behind" to everything, from the bright lights behind the Supermarket, behind the road and lit behind the luxurious rooms there is always another world A world where thousands of people at night in the dark as they do not have electricity, but that move, chat, cook, wash, do shopping ... only, often unseen by the eyes of those who do not want to see.

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BLACK & WHITE 17:06:09 09:03:09

It is not easy at all to be a white man in Africa, Uganda does not speak well for the time being of all Africa, I do not know. Really understand what it means discrimination, which does not necessarily mean strong violence, but simply the difficulty of diversity, of understanding each other.
bury you when you are watched by hundreds of people, when your every gesture or movement is "scanned" by hundreds of eyes staring at you when your word triggers laughter and giggles or is repeated over and over again in minutes from succesivi all those who were close ... there's nothing bad or violent in all this is only an expression of diversity to be different and if you ... it hurts.
We often take part in the lives of people like going to the market, attend public events, religious etc.spesso .. we are the only white people or we the company of a few others .. but almost always we are the only ones with a small child than a year and a half blond and cuddly with white skin and blue eyes ...
Many times I feel robbed by these eyes so inquisitive, it's like I'm naked in front of all those people watching me, watching how I behave as a mother, what makes Gregory attitude with me as my husband ...
most likely will not judge but I think so, most probably just watch and are curious to see if The whites are really so different from them as they told the grandparents or as seen in American movies ...
In these moments I think of all immigrants in Italy of skin color different from ours, how many pegiudizi against them and how they must feel to walk down the street or sit in the bus with all eyes on him or the woman who held a bag se'la stronger or the mothers who take children by the hand as if I had come a danger sudden.
Sometimes you really need to go into someone else's shoes to understand the feelings that can cause some of our attitudes and then as I feel uncomfortable when they are observed both in Uganda also spotlight 'attention to how I look or how I turn a black / mulatto / Arabic ... in Italy and then just think that racism is whites to blacks ... I can 'be the inverse and even "all attitudes of intolerance and discrimination based on social prejudices "(Basic Dictionary Italian, Giunti, 2004) and we too are victims of prejudice in this country, and many, and we must dispel (if not real, but sometimes they are!) So I'm learning to look at things from different points of view and when it comes to interpersonal relationships must be groped to put oneself in others!

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MR.GREG EAT "Glocal"

Mr. Greg is growing and now his taste buds are experimenting with everything from land, which has begun to enjoy since she was a few months, stones, sticks, but I also edible food tastes like guava, pineapple , papaya, bananas are his favorite fruit, and of course are all local and fresh. But his diet ' is also a bit 'Italian and comprehensive as its first pasta I have been very classic macaroni Plasmon, send the grandmothers in industrial quantities, the morning drinking milk powder, which is perhaps the product that is more global, it feeds hectograms Grana Padano at will and liters of olive oil and sometimes eat pizza. Alternating with these tastes purely Italian, but also globally known he has the privilege of eating chapati, a kind of fried flatbread, I Mandaza: sweet dough fritters, and the Matoka: cooked in banana leaves to their own (the name derives from the type of banana named), is the main course of the Baganda who say that if a party is not the Matoka you may have eaten 2 pounds of rice but it's like not having lunch! And then smoked fish, is the only way in which it markets as the storage can not 'be done otherwise in the villages; cassava: tuber similar to potato and you can' find fried or boiled ...
But most Interestingly, he is learning the right way to eat local, that is, someone goes to make you wash your hands with dish soap, water and small tank, you need more stuff in the pot only possible including fruit and then eat with hands (usually with one, but we are not capable), and quickly. Finally, just finally, you can 'drink if you do you first inflated the stomach and not leave space for food and thus is considered a good idea to only drink after a meal.
Traditionally there is served with dishes but everything is cooked (as always with the stoves under the coal) in the leaves of banana: the Matoka, chicken, peanut sauce with fish. Each sauce inside a bundle of banana leaves and finished with the fine fibers of the same and then served to each his own and take the biggest bundle Matoka and another rice dish and intige everything together inside your bundle ... thanks to this particular area all takes a very special taste and remains hot for some time. To us, so we had dinner at the home of his friends last night ... looks very "exotic". The kitchen is quite long and we wondered how can I tell when it's ready when it's all locked up in the leaves but they explained that it is almost ready when the smoke comes from the leaves (it seemed to me to talk about the pressure cooker!) From that moment you let it cook a bit 'and then is ready to serve. I do not know if many prepare the food in this way, modern couples and women who work but I do not think that in the villages or on occasions be routine. (Certainly not routinely eat more meat and fish dishes that are valuable and expensive )
Mr.Greg course during the dinner did a great rice and Matoka paciugo spreading everywhere but the excuse which is a small child, the mother instead did not have the excuse but the paciugo did the same!