Once upon time in India!
Dear all,
This is the second week since I left
I enjoyed Indian food (chicken biriani!!) but there was too spices…I don’t like spices!!!
What I remarked and deeply affects my mind is how Indians are relatively linked…I saw people crying at Mumbai airport… I read emotions in many faces while saying good bye to their relatives and friends.
This was uncommon to me…but it made me feel guilty because I seemed likely ignoring how important and mysterious is a relative, a friend, a parent…
Dear friends, after the genocide in my country, some people lost faith, they lost the essence of living, enjoying or making a family. But what I saw at Mumbai airport gave me the meaning of what really a family is…the strengths of being supported by yours.
We were three persons from Africa in the conference among several Asia- pacific delegates, this was another experience to live, however, unless the color of skin, hair, languages, and other different aspects , mostly people behave, eat, enjoy the same way…this is surprising!!!
I will not forget
The trip was a nourishing experience for my living; I observed many things and realized many facts!
Dear colleagues, I can’t finish without raising your attention on the fact that we, as young people, are living a troubled and struggling world, I am sure that our generation will manage hardly in other to survive than ever in world history. Sometimes this is boring and scaring, but I can ensure you that we are on good way…OWYP is greatly a good school where we can learn a lot that can build our social and intellectual capacity…by skype chats, retreats and mentoring, we are realizing ourselves and contributing to the community welfare… simply I can say congratulations…you make me feel warm!!!
Yours,
Hubert



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