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A nice person, seeing a butterfly struggling for freeing himself from his chrysalis, and wanting to help it, moved aside filament with a lot of softness to clear an opening. The butterfly, liberated, went out of the chrysalis and beat his wings, but could not fly off. What ignored this sympathetic person, it is that, it is only through battle for birth, that wings can become strong enough to take off. His short life, it crossed it to earth. Never did he know freedom, nor did he live.
 This parable of Ruth Sandford reflects my thought. So, " Like the opened hand ", loving for those who need it, YES, but without ever appropriating other one, nor thinking or making on its place.
Others and notably in Africa, I very much heard, learnt a lot, accepted a lot and often of the least favouring.
If my work often recalls simple joy or the most festive, the most warm-hearted instants... I forgot nothing of these lessons of humanity ...
Today, it is by liking, " the opened hand ", and with you, that I like to give my rising notability à cette Roughly, to these children, these women and these men who live in me and illuminate my creations. Such is the object of the associative plan "Afrique Autrement", in which we are already a certain number to get involved with all those who will want it.
Define needs on the ground, work there in concrete terms, it is the sense of new trips on place, in which we already invite you to participate
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