as a picture full of colors I was diving in the wanderful world of north Afghanistan. The words don’t give power to the imagines and to the silent sound. I was again free to breathe the life and happy to do not be trap in the insecurity or from a shut.

Here in the north there is a peace that in Kandahar I never manage to live, I feel as a fugitive and release from the some jailer.

Here in the streets I see smiling people and also friendly, I was in the Faryab where over the was as been scene of an earthquake.

We build water system and rehabilitate springs, the villages are repopulated and the water is again available and safe. Before People was force to go by donkey for several hours to get to the nearest water source. Here the water problem is a bit different from south also if effected by drought, the major problems is the salinity, just to give an idea the water is close to be like the sea. The university theories about gravity have been the hope of those people.

Here in the Faryab the days are passing, in the morning all ready to face 2-3 hours car to arrive to our destination. Sometime you feel to sleep in the field, under a tent and look to the landscape and breathe the past with all the stars light and the twittering of birds in the morning and some children playing …. I will like to live in a so simple word. I see kids play between the ruins of villages and I see kids happy on the donkeys to brings the grain.

Dear friend, I’m happy ….. and Viviana is in Kandahar and it’s so strange, in the first 6 months I never left Kandahar and now I have been around for almost one month in 4 that I’m here. She works as administrator and she is based in the office and sometimes in the field and you maybe understand why I’m not so fear to have her here.

A big embrace