Francesca's first three months of Civil Service

And I had never thought about how literally all those stars and the full Moon could illuminate the path in the night, but here light pollution does not exist and along the streets there are no street lamps and illuminated bar signs, indeed those few that are there are often turned off due to the continuous cuts to the jirama (local electricity).

Here there is a different, dimmer light that helps you focus on the important things and leave the most futile ones in the shadows, which don't really matter.

It's hard to think that three months have already passed since our arrival, even if now what I initially admired with a curious look is starting to be so familiar. The streets, the scents, the noises, the local traditions, the faces. Joining this community on tiptoe is perhaps the greatest challenge and the greatest honor that life has offered me so far, and I hope to live up to it.

The road is certainly still long, but well lit and divided with the perfect traveling companions!

On days when it seems more difficult, the words of Sedera (Hospital Computer Technician) resound in my mind like a mantra: “Mora‑mora ny vorona manamboatra ny tranony”, little by little the bird builds its nest.