On a foggy Friday evening in December my white cane has mysteriously disappeared into thin air; the following Monday I had to go to Novara, since the following day I would have taken a flight to Madrid and lacked the time to let me deliver one by post.
As a substitute for the trip I chose a ski racket … I do not tell you the comments of the people encountered along the way … in particular a taxi driver from Novara offered me half-price service, I must have aroused in him a feeling of pity.
After the purchases and returned to the station, I met a young Moroccan girl who, seeing me proceed with some difficulty (I was carrying two new sticks with her, as well as the ski racket), offered me her help with candor and simplicity.
I wanted to record the beautiful voice of Anane.
I came home with an escort of sticks, with a positive testimony of simple solidarity and with even greater conviction to carry on my project