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[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]March 2023, I am 45 old. Writing this project’s genesis is writing a part of my history. <\/span>As I write these lines, I’ve rebuilt my life, a passionated job, friends. <\/span>And yet, it’s not enough, or rather it’s not enough anymore. For almost a year, a void, an immense void, like a non sense in my existence.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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And like every time, my thoughts bring me back to 2004, November 1st, I am\"\" 27 years old. Paris-Charles de Gaulle, the plane leaves the airport, to Brazzaville. My tears flow as I hear that voice in my head saying “you’ll find what you’ve been looking for all your life”.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"Several days at the orphanage taking care of the children, their pains, their fears, their<\/span> history. The magic happens, theirs and mine. Life comes alive.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

For the first time, at this world’s place, I feel alive, I’m alive.<\/span><\/p>\n

End of the mission, return to France. I’m sure that humanitarian work will be part of my life. Where? When? How ? The future will tell me.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I am 45 years old. Almost twenty years have passed. Twenty years of building and living a part of my life.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Twenty years during which, too often, my heart and my soul were struck by the cruelty of the violence suffered by women in India. My thoughts then turn to the survivors. I mourn those who have died. Twenty years… year after year, until the obvious…<\/span><\/p>\n

I can guide them on the path of reconstruction, I know, I have done it before.<\/span><\/p>\n

My choice is made, as long as I am given the strength, I will go to those who want my help. And I hope that many others will follow me on this path.<\/span><\/p>\n

To those who are concerned about my involvement in this cause, Rabindranath TAGORE said : \u201cThe most important lesson that man can learn in his life is not that pain exists in the world, but that it is up to us to take advantage of it, that we can transmute it into joy.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/span>[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]March 2023, I am 45 old. Writing this project’s genesis is writing a part of my history. As I write these lines, I’ve rebuilt my life, a passionated job, friends. And yet, it’s not enough, or rather it’s not enough anymore. For almost a year, a void, an immense void, like a non sense in my existence.   And like every time, my thoughts bring me back to 2004, November 1st, I am 27 years old. Paris-Charles de Gaulle, the plane leaves the airport, to Brazzaville. My tears flow as I hear that voice in my head saying “you’ll find what you’ve been looking for all your life”. Several days at the orphanage taking care of the children, their pains, their fears, their history. The magic happens, theirs and mine. Life comes alive. For the first time, at this world’s place, I feel alive, I’m alive. End of the mission, return to France. I’m sure that humanitarian work will be part of my life. Where? When? How ? The future will tell me.   I am 45 years old. Almost twenty years have passed. Twenty years of building and living a part of my life. Twenty years during which, too often, my heart and my soul were struck by the cruelty of the violence suffered by women in India. My thoughts then turn to the survivors. I mourn those who have died. Twenty years… year after year, until the obvious… I can guide them on the path of reconstruction, I know, I have done it before. My choice is made, as long as I am given the strength, I will go to those who want my help. And I hope that many others will follow me on this path. To those who are concerned about my involvement in this cause, Rabindranath TAGORE said : \u201cThe most important lesson that man can learn in his life is not that pain exists in the world, but that it is up to us to take advantage of it, that we can transmute it into joy.\u201d[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1943","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pengalalayam.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1943","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pengalalayam.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pengalalayam.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pengalalayam.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pengalalayam.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1943"}],"version-history":[{"count":17,"href":"https:\/\/pengalalayam.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1943\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2495,"href":"https:\/\/pengalalayam.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1943\/revisions\/2495"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pengalalayam.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1943"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}