Avevo cominciato fin dai primi giorni a Capo Verde, con molta voglia e molto zelo, a pubblicare le varie fasi della realizzazione dell'icona: l'idea era di mostrare in "pillole" sia la quotidianità del lavoro che stavo vivendo, sia la realtà dell' intero progetto che mi aveva portato laggiù, and that I come back very soon ... First there was
un'avvisaglia: Sunday, January 16 father leaves Paulo Boa Vista at a time of Praia, to spend five days with his sick mother, left alone with the housekeeper Tuninha I prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner (service which are not used to and that makes me a tad bit uncomfortable, taking place between the other always in Criola , the local language), carrying on the gold icon. The father left me a brand new computer , which he bought in Spain recently, and the ability to connect. Unwittingly it, Sunday, January 16 evening, the same computer does not accept the Windows logon password: panic. The password is correct, but the system detects an error. It calls for the restoration, a disk or a USB flash : I try with my own, but nothing to do, I suppose it serves a specific, which I imagine will Paulo, but I can not go to his room to search. Tuninha then closes well and lock the door of her room, protecting them from all temptation (and his concern with this offends me even a little). Step
then a week alone with a housekeeper who speaks only Criola and no computer, it was hard, I must say for a Nerd like me. I go ahead with the gold and then with the colors basic voluntarily without overdoing it, except the time required by the job itself. In his spare time is to take long walks on the beach to catch some 'rays of the sun, to enjoy the 28 degrees in January to get some' air to reflect. In the evening I read "The bar under the sea" Stefano Benni, and ends the essay by Msgr. Nicola Bux: "How to go to Mass and not losing the faith , a very pleasant reading for an amateur neophyte liturgy and theology. Father Paulo
back to Boa Vista, the late morning of Friday, January 21 , and I, though a little panic in dovergli report to his new computer that gives error, I already imagine the title of my next post : "My first gold tropics."
But I did not know, I could not imagine!
Who reads the comments have certainly already seen, those who do not read them, I say now: the late afternoon of that Friday, January 21, a local thug attacks me with a broken bottle, shouting: "Give me money! Give me money! " (robbed me in English!). In my pocket, as well as the 'clock that I had taken not to leave the sign of tanning on the wrist, there were no "money" , but the f otocamera digital . I insisted, I pleaded that I needed, but of course there was no way, even if they are able to give me the memory card with pictures taken from there.
With ridiculous complaint the next morning I started to put the heart at rest and console memory card that I could get back. But above all, from the first moment still on the beach, just after the crime, while I washed my face with the blood of my lip broken by his own hand, I thanked Heaven to be still in one piece!
Well, continuing to thank for this, but still saddened by the loss, I have to warn you all that my plans for documentation sono momentaneamente falliti per quel che riguarda questa sede, il blog, almeno finché non mi procurerò una nuova macchina fotografica (spesa non prevista che spero di poter fare presto, ma che al momento mi risulta abbastanza difficile ).
Proverò comunque a scrivere senza mettere immagini e ad arrangiarmi in qualche modo... Grazie a tutti per la comprensione e... rimandiamo ad un momento più favorevole la fine della suspance ! :-)
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