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Me voila dans le living MSF avec la voix cassee , tape sur un clavier anglais donc pas d’accents et plein de fautes

Hier matin prison, après midi centre ouvert pour enfants soldats finance par Save the children, dur tres dur beaucoup d’agressivite , ai eu frictions avec un jeune homme qui m’a bien demoli, ce matin nous avons joue 2 fois dans 2 ecoles differentes avec plein plein plein d’enfants, Lars explique bien tout en anglais moi pas le courage.

Nous repartons lundi pour Goma, enfin! car ici ca commence a devenir monotone, nous sommes fatigues d’emotions, ici tout s’arrete a 18h sauf les expats qui se reunissent, un grand manque de couleurs, pas facile de parler du Coeur, de donner ses impressions, normal chacun a ses etats d’ames et si tout le monde en parle il n’y aura plus de temps pour le principal…etre la pour les autres…

Enfin voila , bisous special a Elga, co, vi, ras, bi, celine merci pour vos petits mots…

Allez a demain pour d’autres nouvelles, nous jouons ce matin a l’hopital puis sur le parvis d’une eglise dans un quartier populaire…

Bye Z

 9/11: Prison centrale de Bunia

zoedevant prison


enligne prison

What an intense day … in the morning we had to play in the local prison. When we arrived we directly got a strange look from the police officers … even the U.N. was present with a heavy gun pointed at the entrance … yep, you can’t call this a friendly welcome.Luckily was the big chief very friendly. We had to play for 30 kids, so they invited the women to. When we were ready to go it started to rain … damn this was a show we really wanted to play. We’ll wait, its way to important. Waiting … playing music … had a silent laugh when I was playing “Don’t fence me in” of Cole Porter … more rain … seeing prisoners stacked in a truck, while we sang them goodbye … yes the sun returned … The young prisoners came out in a line, then I saw something what touched me. On the other side of the fence stood some young school kids, one of them saw his friend … they said hello … a dumb raised … a reaction …another dumb up … two kids … a fence in between them … sadness …During the show it was wicked to see this tuff young prisoners changing into kids … some of them started to copy our movements … another little victory …





9/11 A-M: Centre de transit et d'orientation ouvert de Bunia: Ateliers



In the afternoon we had to play in a centre ran by Save the Children. We didn’t know that this was an open centre, so we walked in very Pole Pole.Setting up … changing into costume … then all of a sudden Luc walked into our changing room. “I’m not filming” he said … the atmosphere was very aggressive, especially with the oldest kids.We were waiting for a driver who would bring some more kids, which was obviously a mistake … the mood changed, some of then pissed of with their roaring motorcycles … Luc came back and told us that we had to start, their getting way to inpatient.So we ran out with our sissy teletubie fanfare, regarded very awkward by the oldest kids.Damn this is gone be a tuff one … When we asked them to come closer, the oldest ones all yelled NO!!!We can’t play like this, luckily we didn’t bail. Three of the oldest kids stayed looking, which was another little victory. But once again after the show the mood stayed a little bit odd, we can’t give workshops if this aggressive ones stay. All of a sudden I saw that Zoe was surrounded by some of the oldest ones. She was heavily arguing with one of them … “You’re white and you should give us money” …. “NO” … “Yes, they told us that after the show you would give us money” … “NO, you’re lying and I’m not arguing with liars” she yelled back. He backed of, while his mates were laughing …RESPECT to Zoe, being surrounded by a bunch of young ex-child soldiers, these where the ones who actually killed people during the war. They even lived in this centre, which makes me heavily doubt about this project … sorry folks, but these kids need a very strong educator in front of them who learns them about respect and human values, otherwise how can youth ruined by violence ever rehabilitate in our society.Finally the oldest kids pissed of and we could start our workshops with the youngest ones.After a while we got all of them going, I was giving a clown workshop to the youngest kids … military style … yep folks, who would ever thought that I would believe in discipline, but it’s the only way you can work with this kids.






When we got back at our base camp, we went with a doctor from MSF to the hospital. He asked us if we wanted to visit a young girl of 25 years who’s living her last day’s because of cancer.When we arrived at the ward, we got stopped by the head nurse. “I don’t want any fuss here … this is intensive care … these clowns have to be quiet otherwise I kick them out”.Silently we entered … once again these glances … what the hell are they doing here?We had to wait because she was on the toilet. Eventually we could visit her … I recognised her from the previous day’s I played in the hospital … the ice was broken.She reacted … I played my heart out and a wicked improvisation took place … we were singing and playing music with her … I went solo, luckily supported very well by Zoë and Malot.She was laughing and playing with us, with all the strength she still had in her.Damn … I really had to fight my tears … laughter and sadness can be so very close to each other. Life can be so hard for some people, but once again most of the times are this the most beautiful humans you encounter.It was amazing to feel her laughter and amazing energy. When we left she asked the doctor, “Who are these people?” “These are my clown friends”, he replied. She smiled and demanded us to go to the maternity ward … Now I was really fighting my tears (even when I’m writing this).Can it be more beautiful … life and dead so close to each other.A hospital clown moment I won’t forget … For those moments I live as a clown.




18:05 Écrit par Laloe dans Général | Lien permanent | Commentaires (3) |  Facebook |


On est avec vous!!! Forza Forza!!
Ca fais du bien d' avoir des nouvelles de vous, d'essayer d'imaginer ou vous etez et commen vous vous sentez dans ce moment.
J'ai pas des grandes frases pour vous encouragées, mais je peux juste dire que ça que vous faitez au Congos c'est le debut d'un voyage tres long, c'est pas dans un journ que on change les regles d'une societé qui nous impose des roles mais si on commence a marcher on commence aussi a ouvrir le chemin.Le doute, le moments des crisis et la felicità font partie de vous et quand vous ne etez pas assai fort pour ALLER c'est votre clown qui dois vous depasser parce que lui il sais voir au delà des choses reellées et il sait aussi reinventer une vie pour chaque un .
Je me sente proche a vous...avec vous.
Un fort bisous a tous les trois.
Forza forza.


Écrit par : Serena | 09/11/2007

chez nous il pleut... quelles formidables photos, expressives et nous faisant bien ressentir les émotions d'un public d'enfants touchés par vos spectacles. Votre parcours est très fort. nous vous suivons avec beaucoup d'intérêt et de passion. nous vous embrassons très fort, pitou & biesiaga

Écrit par : biesiaga | 10/11/2007

un bonjour de belgique coucou les amis,
cela nous a fait chaud au coeur de lire et de voir ces superbe photos; on aimerait être avec vous pour vous aider à faire sourire tous ces enfants. En attendant ce jour, nous vous envoyons pleins de gros bisous pour renforcer votre courage.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx amitié benoit et vero

Écrit par : ben et vero | 11/11/2007

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