" The bags were loaded onto the roof of the bus. Last quick look in the big house: we have not forgotten anything? Boubacar, Mama, and all Awa the others are there. It's time to say goodbye. For several days we talk a lot about this time, young people fear it, it happened so many " small "events. Now will come the time for reflection, remembrance. It's always a little painful, a fracture, but they do not know yet is also a salutary moment, a sort of springboard that makes us move forward and grow. " Sylviane
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