The first thing you feel when you meet her is admiration. The second is you feel small and a little ashamed, so high is her moral size and integrity. Working 12 hours a day (including many sundays) for nothing in exchange. Suffering malaria (twice) and the extreme conditions of the Gujarat desert all year round. Living in basic conditions at home. And all that just to see the smile of her Gujaratians disable kids. Do you know what I imagine? I imagine, one day in a far future, an European VIP coming to India to honour her. To tell her that Europe is proud to have citizens like she. And about me, the only thing I can say is I am pround to know her. And to love her.
(This text has been written without her permission and against her will. But sorry, someone has to do it)
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Pero qué haces por ahí, loco!!!!??
La última vez que te ví estabas en el Cercanias liándote un buen cigarro mientras unas mozas nos preguntaban a dónde iba el tren...
Cuando será la próxima...??
Nos vemos en Etiopía, muchacho!!!
Abrazos.
Miguel.
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