Καλωσόρισμα

Καλωσορίσαμε λοιπόν όλοι μας και πάνω από όλα καλώς ήρθαν τα παιδιά μας... Μερίμα, Μαργαρίτα, Νίκη, Κωνσταντίνε, Οδυσσέα, Στέφανε, Βασίλη, Λέοντα, Αριάδνη, Πορτοκαλιά, Κάρολε, Ιωάννα, Μελίνα καλώς μας ήρθατε.

Νομίζω ότι το ιστολόγιο αυτό θα πρέπει να είναι ανοιχτό σε όλους, μια ανταλλαγή εμπειριών και κατάθεση ψυχής που θα βοηθήσει όλους μας στο ταξίδι.

Και ξεκινώντας να ευχαριστήσουμε το προξενείο της Αιθίοπίας στην Ελλάδα και ιδιαίτερα την Πρόξενο κα Αρμενάκη και τη Διεθνή Κοινωνική Υπηρεσία με την πανταχού παρούσα διευθύντρια της κα Κοντογιάννη. Χωρίς εσάς συνοδοιπόρους οι περισσότεροι δεν θα ήμασταν εδώ σήμερα. Ευχαριστούμε


Τρίτη, 9 Σεπτεμβρίου 2014

Μια γεύση από Αντις

The passengers of the minibus are a motley crew, but they are good fellow passengers and do not complain. In the front seat sit two prim young Bole Belles. They chatter together, between two phone calls on their iphones, in a créole of Amharic and globish. They ride high, on high expectations and perhaps a little caffeine from Kaldi’s, and so do their miniskirts. In the back seats, an Orthodox priest (just back from a visit to the Abun in Arat Kilo), sits contentedly next to a Muslim merchant en route to his shop in Senga Terra. Their thighs touch and they are relaxed, on their common voyage. Behind them, perched nervously on his seat, a young man in a shiny costume and thin tie talks energetically into his phone, making sure everybody knows his status and power to give orders. An old lady in elaborate white robes sits next to him, and is too polite to say but nevertheless manages to make clear what she things of this young whipper snapper and his phone manners with an ever so slight moue on her composed face. A farmer in the capital to welcome his successful brother back from America wears a felt hat, heavy blue cloth trousers, a jacket of the same material and heavy lines on his hands and face too. His wife has bright red spots on her cheeks where the high altitude sun has burnt her working in the fields and she has spicy butter in her hair. Out of 12 seats, 8 are filled with youngsters, eager and bright eyed. A mobile phone, nice clothes and a job is what they’re after – they still cross themselves passing a church, but quickly revert to fingering their device. The fully covered amiably talk with their scantily dressed friend. The traditional tattoes sit – for ever, but with a light touch, on faces turned toward tomorrow. The priest brushes a crumb off his robes, the Muslim merchant next to him rearranges himself to give the priest more space; the Bole Belles continue to chat on their phones, and the farmer’s wife to embalm the air with her fragrant butter. In the minibus, modernity and ‘2 000 years of history’ rub shoulders, and maybe elbow each other a little too. On the back seat – where four people are leveraged in – the young boys eye the girls, the girls do the same – but without ever letting on – and minibus Ethiopia rolls on.


από το http://uthiopia.com/?p=492

Ευχαριστούμε πολύ την φίλη Τερέζα που μας το έστειλε.

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