This morning I wake up a little more calmly because we had to go and get the doctors to take them to the Agostino clinic. In fact, every Thursday, dozens of women with children gather outside the clinic and can be visited and treated free of charge. Everyone is given a visit, the malaria test and medicines are delivered.
In practice inside the dispensary you spend three hours of screaming children who, immediately after the small puncture to take a drop of blood for the test, leave with endless crying. Unfortunately, many children arrive there already exhausted and that for them is yet another, small, suffering.
After spending a few hours there we went to check how proceeded
the brickwork of the last well. Together with Miya we have in fact completed the last base and now we only have to lay the pipes and the manual pumps.
The well built this morning has a peculiarity that derives from a village tradition: when a person dies his house is destroyed. The bricks that were used this morning are from this house of a person who passed away some time ago.
In the meantime the Indian has made himself heard and by Saturday he will confirm the availability of the auger. For the moment, all we can do is finish the wells that remain and then inaugurate them.
In the afternoon Anita introduced me to another local reality, namely the Tigawane project. A home-family for boys and girls on the streets of the Balaka area that has the primary objective of reintegrating the minors into the social context with the difficulties that have led them away from their families behind them. Guys with whom we played all afternoon and who put a strain on my physique not at all trained!
Now it takes a nice shower, hoping for some warm water.