This post is dedicated to the children we happened to meet in the last September while traveling by car on the roads of Nosy Be island or walking through the village in the island of Sakatia, Madagascar.
We were expecting to meet sad people, badly nourished and suffering, victims of a destiny which gave birth to them in one of the poorest countries of the world; and yet we will never be able to forget the hands tended for a contact, the smiles, the hearty welcome of most of them. At first glance one may easily perceive these villages as a community overrun by children. Children looked enthusiastic, curious, kind, joyful, inclined to interaction with us, always very decent.
Their mood was strikingly positive and it was a great pleasure to meet them. Adult men are practically missing, maybe because they are working far from the villages or even fishing on the sea or trading their goods. Women are actually present but still very few in number. They work hard and you often see them while carrying on their head incredibly large baskets.
These children and their families live in houses built out of ground, made up by only one or to the maximum two parts, where sleep sometimes eight, ten people. During a few days we shared their humble life by holding hands and laughing together without understanding each other but feeling the same emotions. These children and their parents need our help. Not only toys or our disused garments, but the chance of constructing theirselves their own life, and with the dignity they deserve.
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