Heaven cannot wait
No, it really cannot wait.
Meter after meter it took shape, in the wish and in the real gift of many people that, "in their heart" "felt" and "understood".
Now Heaven is living
Children, many children, needing everything: food, water, care, school.
Little, sick, malnourished, dehydrated. Huge eyes in little carved, scrawny faces. Extreme challenge to life. So small they can stay within one hand .
Like Emanuela, two weeks of life, one and a half kilo.
Her cradle? A shoes box, covered with some cotton
A light constant knocking at the green gate of the Village, paradise is just there . so close . you just have to pass the threshold and there you are inside.
"But", Francesco and Nevia say, "not always we are able to save them, sometimes they arrive so exhausted that any cure is useless. At the beginning we were living all this as a defeat, then we understood that, maybe, they are coming to die here where they are surrounded with love so that they leave this world having experienced what it feels like to be loved, to receive affection, warmth, care."
But for the others, the ones we can save, life explodes with all its primary needs: food, water, love.
And it is real life that is beating in the many aspects of its beautiful, difficult reality: the little orphans, permanent guests of the Village, their adoptive mothers, their homes, simple, clean, tidy, with water and electricity.
Green pinafores and little backpacks, all together, they go out in the morning through the fields to reach the school.
And the Emergency Center, or better "the miracles room" always crowded, where life and death contend for little skeletons you are afraid even to touch and who can be taken towards the side of life just by an endless, caring and patient love.
The smell of bread just cooked, the women busy in the care of the Village, Zemichael and Beyene in the garden, the guardians with their guns and the three old men, the "grandfathers" of the Village who now alone, experiment here in this "happy spot", the serenity of a heaven to which they are so close.
And there are nights so clear, so silent, so full of peace, of harmony and so crowded with stars,
that seem to protect from high above the sleep of the little inhabitants . blessing the reality of this special "heaven".
Luciana