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(Wednesday, first day TTVV Retiro)

not hear a shrill, repetitive sound can mean two things: either you're deaf or you're asleep. The drama is when the sound is the alarm clock to wake you.

woke up one hour later, and I had to do things at the speed of light, thinking it would not be enough to get on the bus. When I arrived School, with a half hour late, things were not yet ready and we had to wait quite a while longer to achieve coordinate with the authorities and go, definitely, to our destination.

Destiny.

minivans in the same we used to go to train JGM, were transported to the various peoples. In our series, the nine travelers we settled with our abundant luggage the best way possible. The trip was not much longer than it was in the past, but much more than interrupted. The cracks in the pavement, bypasses destroyed, the bridge Rio Claro in the bed of ri o; roads that I traveled several times at full speed and in which I did not notice until now.

remembered the town of Retreat at the very moment you leave the road to access it. The arrival offered a breathtaking panorama. High rice silos, strong and defiant, holding a brother who does not endured and sank between them. The floor, thick concrete slabs, broken and superimposed on the other as if they were the deciduous leaves fall. The small U-bend around the rail line showed the first homes have been killed, the same houses where, a year ago, we bought fresh vegetables and fragrant with my sister.

the driver of the van I drove towards the main road, which leads directly to the municipality, and to take the road, size the level of drama. The beautiful manor houses, with its open air corridors, the small houses that were once rural, but no less beautiful, most were demolished. Some with their roofs in the house, sometimes with the walls on the floor. Other than straight and were not. The floor had to be removed in many cases, since the unevenness was impassable. Joint School , where we talk with Paul, now had a crack of sky to floor in one of its wings, and the small gate was destroyed in many places.

approach the boarding in front of the house of the photo. Behind the house there were two glasses of water, which fell like dominoes, the new leads to the old. The internship had little damage, and the people we received, as the people were hurt, with great sorrow, but wanting to stand.

A loud and lively youth group was already there, it was impossible to belong to our federation, because we were the advance team. We were invited to play ball, but desisted from the fatigue of travel, so I have sought to use the time to organize our work. Once he reached the rest of the volunteers finished to see what we do, and when we were about to go to work, was the Rector of the University , the dean of my faculty, Mr. Burns and President of DATE. Then some words of good breeding and some sincere demands of us, came the photos and starting to work. All medicine we went in pairs, to strengthen and protect us.

My co-team proved to be a 5th grade girl, and no, very friendly, good humor, with the right words at the time were specified. We talked, I with my usual panache, he with an enviable parsimony and sincerity. We visited about five homes in the area that belonged to us before the sun fell, and returned to our shelter quickly.

already at boarding school, all prepared to share. That night was strange for me in the sense that I was not comfortable with this coming to a compact and confident, yet it was a good night. I realized, with observing and thinking, that despite differences, people were united, friendly and eager to help. That approach the heights had not become too pretentious, and the fact that not easily enter the group responded not only to its cohesion, but also to my present condition of oyster.

A little tired and already late enough, I went to the kitchen for tea before going to sleep. There I talk to the children who came before us in the boarding school, and were not college. It was a group that only appeal to the friendship and the circumstances, decided to go to the aid of the town. It was very different people in almost all areas, but the lack of interest and sympathy group them together. They invited me to share with them, and we were laughing and talking until late. I laughed a lot, I realized that the joy or the desire not to be missed with such ease, and that it does not matter how much one may feel strange at all, with a little cool, with a little opening everything is better.

I went to bed trying to make as little noise as possible. I knew it was late, he was responsible for the cabin does not move much because someone sleeping peacefully below, and should try to rest as much as possible, because the work was intense and started early the next day. That next day, which would be the day of words.