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I drink tea every day and I now know well prepared.
... It would have taken 3 trips to the end of the world for that.

you believe me if I say I really enjoy the now famous sauce baobab tô?
... It would have taken 3 trips to the end of the world for that.

I begin to understand a bit more below the culture, we do not see the first time, nor the second.
... It would have taken 3 trips to the end of the world for that. I live

in a box without convenience. I even manage to sleep very well outside surrounded by the sounds of the bush.
... It would have taken 3 trips to the end of the world for that.

I am part of a Malian family, sharing their daily activities, learning every day a little more.
... It would have taken 3 trips to the end of the world for that.

I'm doing well to accompany a group from his joys, his explorations, questions, concerns, her illness and its discoveries.
... It would have taken 3 trips to the end of the world for that.

But I know now this is the last way I look on West Africa to the inside for a while.
That's enough for me now.
The cup is full.
Beautiful and good, but satisfied. From
indelible memories and learning. Initial experiments
sometimes grandiose, sometimes difficult but always positive.

Yes, I know now that I want to return to port.
firmly anchor myself to a new future.
... It would have taken 3 trips to the end of the world for that.

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THE SONG OF ASH

Ivan Turgenev representation at the Museum at Bougival
May 30, 2010

First ovation:

"All my gratitude for inviting me to share such a moment of grace." LD

"Evocation emotional relationships of Ivan Turgenev and Pauline Viardot, a wonderful singer of the 19th century. Fantou Catherine Gournay-through spoken text, piano and singing, knows we send with all the sensitivity that inhabits the story of an exceptional woman whose fate is in loyalty to his art and his wife and ideals a mother, despite the love felt for Ivan Turgenev. Michael Lonsdale, with his usual talent, makes us vibrate in Turgenev knew that love to turn, with great nobility, Pauline Viardot. Marc Zviguilsky in this imagined character, introduces very well all the texts of letters and criticism. This choice produced by Marc and Catherine is well balanced, and music clips that restores us Catherine, totally invested in the character of Pauline. It is hoped that this show can be given on beautiful scenes so that a wider audience can experience the emotions felt on Sunday 30 May, Turgenev Museum, home to a revived memory. "
JM
" ... You knew all three, to revive this wonderful episode with so much simplicity, accuracy of tone, beauty, we all had smiling as if we had all received a personal gift that we had the desire to share with others. Deduce that? The writing, acting, actors, singing, the audience? This was the magic of theater that has worked. It is rare and we saw this little miracle on Sunday ... "A.

" The Song of the Ashes, it is this: there are trees that cry, others singing. Not just trees, a cottage of that name and even bark, became a living theater that vibrates with hints of the duo resurrected. The show - a jewel, a true masterpiece. "AZ

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my bed or your nest?

Definitely, I always have a delicious anecdote in connection with the chickens when my epics (Trumpet) in Africa.

must say that this very volatile here is much more epic than the "skinless boneless breast fed grain and President's Choice" ...

In my village, there's a nice box p'tite roof of straw.
Cé plussss the beautiful because it's mine. What do you want, you get used to our "home sweet home" even in mud.

fact remains that when I leave the court, I loop my door. But not my window.
Well, during my absence, a lovely red hen came to lay on my bed!
I say lovely because I found it really funny and unlikely to have a fresh egg in my bed.

But since then ... she is putting less charming (to be polite). I think the chickens are pretty smart and when they spawn once in a secluded location, safe and comfortable ... they try to return for each egg. Since that day, she rode and tries to return at any hour of the day. The same mautadine chicken. Quacks that hard. Because I drive (well what ... when I went to bed for a nap, she is still not ben for me lay su'a head!). She is tenacious. Very. And bypasses the door open and the curtain to go to my s'épivarder window. They watch and watching a moment of inattention on my part.

I will try to make a video of the chicken insistent.

Meanwhile, I eat eggs
... And I think to open a Kentucky. It pogne p't'être to Safécorin!