I visit an elderly woman accompanied by his granddaughter, a poor village near Chaar. When delivering the package of the prescription to younger, sitting in front of me, she slowly raises his hands, side by side with your palms facing upward, as if they were to keep water gently just picked. For a moment, stop your hands level with his face, then reaches toward me to offer me what they hold. Does not smile with their lips, the smile is all in the eye.
Getting up to thank his hands open I take a crumpled paper bag soaked with sticky liquid. I open the bag and I see six small chicken eggs, a couple of them have broken down the road. For these people, six eggs are a part of the work and daily gain.
do not recall anyone I've ever offered a gift with a highly symbolic gesture as well. And I think that I have never been able to pay tribute with such grace and humility. In fact, I have never been deprived of an asset as valuable to me.
Antonio
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