I think this morning – it’s hard for me to say that I’m back.
Not a single day passed (except for the one when we were flying), in which I was not completely immersed in Africa.
Going through the pictures, I always stop at this one… and this morning I think… This is exactly how I feel. Just like him. And just like that I kneel in fear, joy, surprise, expectation… in waves of all kinds of emotions – because the Roadmap is in sight.
On my back is the burden of waiting for all those who have sent a request for godparents, all the old godparents for whom photos need to be sorted and distributed… and everything is counted in the thousands. I don’t want and mustn’t make a mistake anywhere, nothing can be done quickly, and every photo of the children that I prepare with the lists, as if whispering to hurry up… we are waiting for the days when we won’t be hungry… And through everything the murmur of impatience of the future godparents creeps in .
Mi nikada nećemo odustati
Everything in me wants a magic wand to make everyone happy… but I’m just an ordinary woman who doesn’t want to make mistakes.
So day after day, bent over the table like Hlapić’s apprentice, I continue to combine photos and lists: write the name, mark the picture, enter the class, school… go to the next…
You surprised us with your numbers, created joy and hope in us. Surprise us with your patience, because behind every photo that I associate with a name, there is a life, deprived of the basic thing – satiety. Behind each thumbnail is the possibility to change it. Behind each one there is too great a reason not to give up.
And that’s why, day after day, without rest, I dive into all that, so that the signpost of grace may touch you who are waiting. That’s why I kneel with your impatience and beg time for mercy, because every new child saved from hunger is priceless, and his joy shines from afar on all of us.
We will never give up, neither should you.
Slavica.
