March 31, 2008
NEW HOUSE ... NEW LIFE??!
are from the past I put 18.00 (always punctual in late) when I get to 'Asylum and M. I already waiting anxiously with a coffee in hand ... has arrived, with its joys, sadness, and problems, the long-awaited day: the transfer of M. Torresino reception by the second! I'm excited
: almost almost seems that I should transfer me, because I'm more into the skin to load luggage ... but how many?! M. has four panniers, so many bags and some bags ... I wonder if all these things are just essential ...
Together operators Torresino load my poor car, which is almost dying, managing to keep us (almost) everything ... and we are ready to sail to ... (this time I can tell) HOME! During the trip
M. has eyes that shine, it gives me tips on how to drive ("Go slow! Go slow!" ... "... Let the above!"), you make us happy with some photos I brought coffee to capture this day ... M. and asylum night for more than three years, the years when he stayed in a room with five other people, in a structure that can accept 90, with timetables and strict rules (which depended very much on operators on duty), with people more or less friendly and nice ... (Asylum Night guests are young, the elderly, alcoholics, drug addicts, Italians and foreigners, lonely people also abandoned by his family ...).
While I'm at the wheel I think it must have been an easy life, now feeling better, without fixed schedules and obligations of living together with so many different people ...
After a journey of a twenty minutes, we arrive to the apartment (which is just above the job M .... a dream!) and begin to unload all those heavy suitcases and bags while the new roommate is there to greet us and offer to help carry the suitcases. Meanwhile Anna arrives (operator of the second host and "The Compass") and so we get all of them: the apartment is very large (in the meantime I think, is much larger than that in which I lived in Florence, has a dining room spacious!), neat and clean: M. is in a double room, and while his roommate is a bit 'messy, I think you will feel comfortable.
yet .... What is happening? See M. pensive, almost sad ... sad?! I feel excited but also a bit 'lost. He asks to go back to sleep to the common lodging, at least for that night ... the bags will think tomorrow. In a moment I went through my head all the speeches M. I had done in previous months, his concerns on how to make ends meet, is it true, a house is a roof, and welcoming, a bed, but they are also bills, expense accounts to return later this month. (Do not live by bread alone man !!!).
A house is no longer five roommates who do not sleep or disturb, but it is also no longer have the company of children two evenings of animation week (the only company is the television, radio or disks).
A house is a kitchen, but you do not have good
Caritas and lose the support of the Compass.
A house is to let all the rules, control, support, routines, the faces that for years (for better or for worse) have characterized the life of a person "a road" and start again to build a life day after day.
At that time I covered the bags and I knew many things before my eyes, had escaped: inside of luggage, so full, so swollen, M. had not only clothes, but also a bit of life (distant memories addresses that have helped him before leaving the prison) lasted three years, which in some ways did not want to give up ... just wanted to be anchored there and did not want to break away completely ...
Today, after two weeks, M. they are starting to get used to this new life, although living with the new housemates is not always easy: everyone has their own schedules, work and rhythms ... and dialogue is essential for a good life.
and Silvia M.
NEW HOUSE ... NEW LIFE??!
are from the past I put 18.00 (always punctual in late) when I get to 'Asylum and M. I already waiting anxiously with a coffee in hand ... has arrived, with its joys, sadness, and problems, the long-awaited day: the transfer of M. Torresino reception by the second! I'm excited
: almost almost seems that I should transfer me, because I'm more into the skin to load luggage ... but how many?! M. has four panniers, so many bags and some bags ... I wonder if all these things are just essential ...
Together operators Torresino load my poor car, which is almost dying, managing to keep us (almost) everything ... and we are ready to sail to ... (this time I can tell) HOME! During the trip
M. has eyes that shine, it gives me tips on how to drive ("Go slow! Go slow!" ... "... Let the above!"), you make us happy with some photos I brought coffee to capture this day ... M. and asylum night for more than three years, the years when he stayed in a room with five other people, in a structure that can accept 90, with timetables and strict rules (which depended very much on operators on duty), with people more or less friendly and nice ... (Asylum Night guests are young, the elderly, alcoholics, drug addicts, Italians and foreigners, lonely people also abandoned by his family ...).
While I'm at the wheel I think it must have been an easy life, now feeling better, without fixed schedules and obligations of living together with so many different people ...
After a journey of a twenty minutes, we arrive to the apartment (which is just above the job M .... a dream!) and begin to unload all those heavy suitcases and bags while the new roommate is there to greet us and offer to help carry the suitcases. Meanwhile Anna arrives (operator of the second host and "The Compass") and so we get all of them: the apartment is very large (in the meantime I think, is much larger than that in which I lived in Florence, has a dining room spacious!), neat and clean: M. is in a double room, and while his roommate is a bit 'messy, I think you will feel comfortable.
yet .... What is happening? See M. pensive, almost sad ... sad?! I feel excited but also a bit 'lost. He asks to go back to sleep to the common lodging, at least for that night ... the bags will think tomorrow. In a moment I went through my head all the speeches M. I had done in previous months, his concerns on how to make ends meet, is it true, a house is a roof, and welcoming, a bed, but they are also bills, expense accounts to return later this month. (Do not live by bread alone man !!!).
A house is no longer five roommates who do not sleep or disturb, but it is also no longer have the company of children two evenings of animation week (the only company is the television, radio or disks).
A house is a kitchen, but you do not have good
Caritas and lose the support of the Compass. A house is to let all the rules, control, support, routines, the faces that for years (for better or for worse) have characterized the life of a person "a road" and start again to build a life day after day.
At that time I covered the bags and I knew many things before my eyes, had escaped: inside of luggage, so full, so swollen, M. had not only clothes, but also a bit of life (distant memories addresses that have helped him before leaving the prison) lasted three years, which in some ways did not want to give up ... just wanted to be anchored there and did not want to break away completely ...
Today, after two weeks, M. they are starting to get used to this new life, although living with the new housemates is not always easy: everyone has their own schedules, work and rhythms ... and dialogue is essential for a good life.
and Silvia M.
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