Febbraio2003

Like I supposed I don’t find so much time to write and I’m just writing you after two weeks. I hope to make up for lost time.
I wonder where I’d start. My project has speed up and now 30wells and each time I’m back on the site I’m always embarrassed for the welcome ….. if I could explain them that should be vice versa…. in some villages we always have some success in term of health (of course just from the people point of view). Like you see, my friends, with your help we can make a lot, either more….. with your support and prayer today I’m your hands and your intentions.
One more success is the Mukhtar IDPs CAMP, I promised you to talk about. Here I have to say to you, congratulation, we manage to bring water to 25.000 people….. sometime I was so nervous with the staff because they didn’t give 100% and we risked to postpone all the project…. Today 25.000 people get drinking water, today I cry because I can’t do more, but today I’m happy that you win because believe in me.
Today they celebrate EAD, a kind of Christmas,. We eat a lot and a receive a nice present, the traditional clothes of Afghanistan and it’s really comfortable. … I’m happy to be man, because I never wear the burka.
It’s more than 3 months in Afghanistan and the fatigue start to be stress, everyday the problem come to knock to the door and look always bigger, but in the end when almost all is done I lay on the mattress happy to be a witness of another sunset, to get a chance to live another long day.
In this days I get a chance to call some of you, I’m sorry for some I’ve not, but I have to remember the numbers because are on my telephone in Italy. Specially for you English speaking I recommended to send me again your number. I miss you and specially in this day that there is not the translator, I’ll be really happy to stay with you.
In this weeks you wrote me a lot of nice letters, and also the ones that didn’t I’m sure to be in their thoughts. I feel your presence, and from all of you I kept all the advices and I find solution to my problems. One of you wrote me that I’m like a meteor in her life, I say to you that you are the stars in the sky and when the angels turn on the light I’m there to pray for each of you.
God Bless you
Peppe

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February 2003	Like I supposed I don’t find so much time to write and I’m just writing you after two weeks. I hope to make up for lost time. I wonder where I’d start. My project has speed up and now 30wells and each time I’m back on the site I’m always embarrassed for the welcome ….. if I could explain them that should be vice versa…. in some villages we always have some success in term of health (of course just from the people point of view). Like you see, my friends, with your help we can make a lot, either more….. with your support and prayer today I’m your hands and your intentions. One more success is the Mukhtar IDPs CAMP, I promised you to talk about. Here I have to say to you, congratulation, we manage to bring water to 25.000 people….. sometime I was so nervous with the staff because they didn’t give 100% and we risked to postpone all the project…. Today 25.000 people get drinking water, today I cry because I can’t do more, but today I’m happy that you win because believe in me. Today they celebrate EAD, a kind of Christmas,. We eat a lot and a receive a nice present, the traditional clothes of Afghanistan and it’s really comfortable. … I’m happy to be man, because I never wear the burka. It’s more than 3 months in Afghanistan and the fatigue start to be stress, everyday the problem come to knock to the door and look always bigger, but in the end when almost all is done I lay on the mattress happy to be a witness of another sunset, to get a chance to live another long day. In this days I get a chance to call some of you, I’m sorry for some I’ve not, but I have to remember the numbers because are on my telephone in Italy. Specially for you English speaking I recommended to send me again your number. I miss you and specially in this day that there is not the translator, I’ll be really happy to stay with you. In this weeks you wrote me a lot of nice letters, and also the ones that didn’t I’m sure to be in their thoughts. I feel your presence, and from all of you I kept all the advices and I find solution to my problems. One of you wrote me that I’m like a meteor in her life, I say to you that you are the stars in the sky and when the angels turn on the light I’m there to pray for each of you. God Bless you Peppe
February 2003	The weapons don’t kill, it’s the man that kill another man Anonymous …. Like a lion in a cage, today I’m confined in Kandahar for safety reason, today the world scream peace today the world cry love, today in Afghanistan the tension become bigger and in the street you can feel it on your shoulders. The sand bags on the windows are also the barriers of our freedom. Cruel world pick up once more and shout more, the love is a caress ia an embrace, powerless to the sadness to who destroyed in the name of peace. Today my story are my thoughts and my feelings that really devastate the believer’s heart, parch your soul and you’ve to start again. Happy, yes tomorrow I’ll wake-up with a smile I’m sure to find hope in my heart, and than the little boy will come to shake my hand, tomorrow I’ll live for a shake of hands. This letter was quite short and I hope you’ll forgive me….today my sin is to do not shout enough PEACE!!!! Peppe