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January 2003

Dear friends,
I’d say new yer new life but actually here the end of year has shift in march.
By now the first wells are ready and finally I can thanks to all this people, they can get drinking water.
The tension is always high for the iraq crisis and we are ready to leave if the war will start.
Yesterday I visit a centre of Handicap International, I was almost all time without words … my heart becoming smaller to see the orthesis for kids, and to know that for a mine or an uxo of someone that play at war, there are thousand people that have to leave in this condition.
As well if you think that here already the life is not easy for this people, the death is the only way.
Dear friends, like usual I try to send you this strong feelings, and my eyes are yours and all together we can build a better world. You are always here trough your letter and everyday get more sense,
and each moment it became love.
Now I’ll waiting your letter about Christmas and as well the end of Year, and I hope to meet again each of you.
A big embrace

January 2003

Dear friends,
this time I’m a bit late to write you and next will be as well in 2 weeks time. In this days I’m not in a good mood, maybe it’s the weather , but at same time I’ve to say that 1 day here is like 3-4 in Italy and than to add that we work 7 day a week, the tired starts to be on my shoulder.
But like usual I’m not complaining but I ask God to give me the strength to face this wonderful journey that it’s my life.
I start to achieved results of the works, the beneficiaries of the wells start to drink the water and at moment 5 wells are completed and 8 are on the way. When we finished the 1st one, and the water come from the pump, my heart become smaller. I saw plenty of kids happy to see this water and the parents thankful to give them hope. I’d want to say sorry to our brothers that are living in the poverty and suffering, to ask them forgiveness for this unfair world that lead them every day to struggle for surviving. In my heart I make mine the God’s words : “ Blessed the poor because they will go in the Kingdom of God” and I try to learn the deep meaning of this faith mystery, to find the interior wealth in the simplicity. S. Francisco was a servant of God and in the Humble he built his mission, today I’ll like to learn to be like a small grain of sand to see the world from the bottom, to be happy to be nothing. I pray God to give me light and to protect me on my way.
It’s time to great all of you and to wish all the love and peace for this new year.
Love, Peppe

January 2003

Dear friends,
I write you after a pure afghan week. I was in Lashkar Gah and there is no comfort at all, I mean when I’m in Kandahar at least we’ve something “modern”. I slept on the afghan mattress on the floor and I ate potatoes and rise all the time … what wonderful diet.
The wells job proceed quite good and it’s amazing to come back on the field and the people are happy to drink. But, unfortunately, it’s not just the water the need and sometime I feel really powerless to some many request. With the head of mission we are trying to get more projects are possible, and between the jump from one well to another I have to attend meeting on development subject.
In the evening I get in the bed and thank God that once more I’m completely destroyed from the Love.
I’m following , as well, the events connect to an IDPs camp that for political and economical reason it’s not recognize. We’ve proposed a short term solution to supply at least to the water need.
There are 25.000 people, a small town, and I’ve done an assessment and all the meeting with the representatives was attended in a tend and it was so impressive to think that 3 or either 4 families was sleeping there. It’ really close to the border of extreme survival.
There is always a cup of tea and here is more than a tradition, many of you maybe wonder where come the water for, and the answer is from a river that I’ve tested and it’s polluted.
When I travel around between a jump and another, I try to find the strength and the ideas to help more people I can and through your letter I get it …. I’m not lonely, physically I’m, but it counts more to know that you are there. I learn that each time I fall down I have to hold one’s arms out and there is one or more of you to lift me up, also I have to thank my parents to lift up me all the time I was down.
Now some afghan news, like I wrote already the women walk around with the burka, a kind of blue sheet with a small net on the eyes. I visit a women center and for the first time I saw a women on the face. I girl, even, starts to talk with me without my permission and it’s really a brave behaviour for a women. Maybe now you catch more what means to be a women here. The hope is to propose a project for this centre, to increase the activities and to support the one already present. They sew really wonderful dress and they are interesting in English and computer courses. When I chat with my team I always say that they lost a lot without the point of view of most sensible part of the human being.
For now it’s all and I hope to get more and more news from you.
God bless you.
Peppe

January 2003

News of daily life. To live and to share the life with afghan let me know more about this culture. For instance I learn that it’s impolite to ask how is your wife or how many sister have u got? Usually the man doesn’t see the women till the wedding, who checks if she is a good women is the mother that than come back to the son. In some tribe the man avoid to go in the area where is the women house. And this is just a part of this world.
This week I’ve been also in a funeral for the mother of local project leader and this ceremony open once again my eyes on God’s House. And the atmosphere brought us to reflect that God is always watching over us. We were around 200, it was sunset and we prayed together. Every one got a kind of sheet to lay on the ground to kneel and it is customary. I was among them to pray my God, and I understood that we were praying the some Lord. I really miss the smell of my church.
I attend the security meeting and to let you understand in what kind of place I live there was reported that one bomb of 100 pounds was find in the middle of the town and in wells that an International NGO is cleaning there were few rockets and the sad one, that in the IDPs camp, two kids are serious injured because they were playing with a detonator.
The wells are increasing and increasing and in one more task I’m involved but about this project I’ll let you know later on. It’s so strange that after less than 3 months I feel inside this world that are not mine. Today is Friday and like usual I’ll go to play volleyball to the Red Cross and at some time will be just an half day off. We prefer to make some job also in holidays because there aren’t the employees and we are much faster.
Greetings to all and see you soon.

January 2003

A life to remember, a life full of love and hope. I’m kneeling and lost, through my tears I ask why, why? Today one more kids died and I feel alone.
More strength, God help me, I’d do more, I tight my teeth to listen your voice…. I’m not a warrior, but I’ll fight for the world of peace and love.
My biggest wounds are the death of who is innocent, the sufferance who has to face a so unlucky destiny…. My God help your servant, lighten me and stay with me…. I need help.
When the day become a gift, your breath is on me. Bend to Lord, my knee! The light that I had when I was a kids full my heart, I’m alive. The sunrise shine the desert, in this empty of stone and sand, another day greets the story and I ask forgiveness.
“Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, has mercy of me”
Peregrine in Allah’s land I rescue that my suffering brother is dying! I’ll struggle till the end, I’m afraid, but the God arms rocks me for ever.
When the stars light the sky, I close my eyes and I let me lead from the silence…. God listen me.
I travel from the north to the south of all this word, and I’m not yet satisfy. There are no better man or culture, but there are man of peace and man of love.
Today I open the eyes at the day that will come, someone says that with a lever you can list the word and I think with the hope and the love we can get the peace.
Also in the desert grow the flower and the grass light through the stone the most dark thought.
We are all the voice of one chorus, we are the future of our kids and the past teach us.
Today I learn from my mistakes, tomorrow is a new day, no second of the light will be back, and also the most boring life hide a message of love in a breath.
I’m sad today, forgive me, today I miss you.
I want be on my beach, I want give a look to my sea, I want simply be at home….. my remembers are my strength but also bring me pains…. If today I live for a smile of a kids, I’m dying for a moment that I didn’t give to you that I love, you that are reading and help me with a word or with a prayer.

Now I say bye with a warm embrace.
Peppe

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January 2003	Dear friends, I’d say new yer new life but actually here the end of year has shift in march. By now the first wells are ready and finally I can thanks to all this people, they can get drinking water. The tension is always high for the iraq crisis and we are ready to leave if the war will start. Yesterday I visit a centre of Handicap International, I was almost all time without words … my heart becoming smaller to see the orthesis for kids, and to know that for a mine or an uxo of someone that play at war, there are thousand people that have to leave in this condition. As well if you think that here already the life is not easy for this people, the death is the only way. Dear friends, like usual I try to send you this strong feelings, and my eyes are yours and all together we can build a better world. You are always here trough your letter and everyday get more sense, and each moment it became love. Now I’ll waiting your letter about Christmas and as well the end of Year, and I hope to meet again each of you. A big embrace
January 2003	Dear friends, this time I’m a bit late to write you and next will be as well in 2 weeks time. In this days I’m not in a good mood, maybe it’s the weather , but at same time I’ve to say that 1 day here is like 3-4 in Italy and than to add that we work 7 day a week, the tired starts to be on my shoulder. But like usual I’m not complaining but I ask God to give me the strength to face this wonderful journey that it’s my life. I start to achieved results of the works, the beneficiaries of the wells start to drink the water and at moment 5 wells are completed and 8 are on the way. When we finished the 1st one, and the water come from the pump, my heart become smaller. I saw plenty of kids happy to see this water and the parents thankful to give them hope. I’d want to say sorry to our brothers that are living in the poverty and suffering, to ask them forgiveness for this unfair world that lead them every day to struggle for surviving. In my heart I make mine the God’s words : “ Blessed the poor because they will go in the Kingdom of God” and I try to learn the deep meaning of this faith mystery, to find the interior wealth in the simplicity. S. Francisco was a servant of God and in the Humble he built his mission, today I’ll like to learn to be like a small grain of sand to see the world from the bottom, to be happy to be nothing. I pray God to give me light and to protect me on my way. It’s time to great all of you and to wish all the love and peace for this new year. Love, Peppe
January 2003	Dear friends, I write you after a pure afghan week. I was in Lashkar Gah and there is no comfort at all, I mean when I’m in Kandahar at least we’ve something “modern”. I slept on the afghan mattress on the floor and I ate potatoes and rise all the time … what wonderful diet. The wells job proceed quite good and it’s amazing to come back on the field and the people are happy to drink. But, unfortunately, it’s not just the water the need and sometime I feel really powerless to some many request. With the head of mission we are trying to get more projects are possible, and between the jump from one well to another I have to attend meeting on development subject. In the evening I get in the bed and thank God that once more I’m completely destroyed from the Love. I’m following , as well, the events connect to an IDPs camp that for political and economical reason it’s not recognize. We’ve proposed a short term solution to supply at least to the water need. There are 25.000 people, a small town, and I’ve done an assessment and all the meeting with the representatives was attended in a tend and it was so impressive to think that 3 or either 4 families was sleeping there. It’ really close to the border of extreme survival. There is always a cup of tea and here is more than a tradition, many of you maybe wonder where come the water for, and the answer is from a river that I’ve tested and it’s polluted. When I travel around between a jump and another, I try to find the strength and the ideas to help more people I can and through your letter I get it …. I’m not lonely, physically I’m, but it counts more to know that you are there. I learn that each time I fall down I have to hold one’s arms out and there is one or more of you to lift me up, also I have to thank my parents to lift up me all the time I was down. Now some afghan news, like I wrote already the women walk around with the burka, a kind of blue sheet with a small net on the eyes. I visit a women center and for the first time I saw a women on the face. I girl, even, starts to talk with me without my permission and it’s really a brave behaviour for a women. Maybe now you catch more what means to be a women here. The hope is to propose a project for this centre, to increase the activities and to support the one already present. They sew really wonderful dress and they are interesting in English and computer courses. When I chat with my team I always say that they lost a lot without the point of view of most sensible part of the human being. For now it’s all and I hope to get more and more news from you. God bless you. Peppe
January 2003	News of daily life. To live and to share the life with afghan let me know more about this culture. For instance I learn that it’s impolite to ask how is your wife or how many sister have u got? Usually the man doesn’t see the women till the wedding, who checks if she is a good women is the mother that than come back to the son. In some tribe the man avoid to go in the area where is the women house. And this is just a part of this world. This week I’ve been also in a funeral for the mother of local project leader and this ceremony open once again my eyes on God’s House. And the atmosphere brought us to reflect that God is always watching over us. We were around 200, it was sunset and we prayed together. Every one got a kind of sheet to lay on the ground to kneel and it is customary. I was among them to pray my God, and I understood that we were praying the some Lord. I really miss the smell of my church. I attend the security meeting and to let you understand in what kind of place I live there was reported that one bomb of 100 pounds was find in the middle of the town and in wells that an International NGO is cleaning there were few rockets and the sad one, that in the IDPs camp, two kids are serious injured because they were playing with a detonator. The wells are increasing and increasing and in one more task I’m involved but about this project I’ll let you know later on. It’s so strange that after less than 3 months I feel inside this world that are not mine. Today is Friday and like usual I’ll go to play volleyball to the Red Cross and at some time will be just an half day off. We prefer to make some job also in holidays because there aren’t the employees and we are much faster. Greetings to all and see you soon.
January 2003	A life to remember, a life full of love and hope. I’m kneeling and lost, through my tears I ask why, why? Today one more kids died and I feel alone. More strength, God help me, I’d do more, I tight my teeth to listen your voice…. I’m not a warrior, but I’ll fight for the world of peace and love. My biggest wounds are the death of who is innocent, the sufferance who has to face a so unlucky destiny…. My God help your servant, lighten me and stay with me…. I need help. When the day become a gift, your breath is on me. Bend to Lord, my knee! The light that I had when I was a kids full my heart, I’m alive. The sunrise shine the desert, in this empty of stone and sand, another day greets the story and I ask forgiveness. “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, has mercy of me” Peregrine in Allah’s land I rescue that my suffering brother is dying! I’ll struggle till the end, I’m afraid, but the God arms rocks me for ever. When the stars light the sky, I close my eyes and I let me lead from the silence…. God listen me. I travel from the north to the south of all this word, and I’m not yet satisfy. There are no better man or culture, but there are man of peace and man of love. Today I open the eyes at the day that will come, someone says that with a lever you can list the word and I think with the hope and the love we can get the peace. Also in the desert grow the flower and the grass light through the stone the most dark thought. We are all the voice of one chorus, we are the future of our kids and the past teach us. Today I learn from my mistakes, tomorrow is a new day, no second of the light will be back, and also the most boring life hide a message of love in a breath. I’m sad today, forgive me, today I miss you. I want be on my beach, I want give a look to my sea, I want simply be at home….. my remembers are my strength but also bring me pains…. If today I live for a smile of a kids, I’m dying for a moment that I didn’t give to you that I love, you that are reading and help me with a word or with a prayer. Now I say bye with a warm embrace. Peppe