And here I am with you, coming back from Sardinia. I was contacted by the Women's Perspective as a writer of Olbia, in February, to help a wonderful event lasting two days, on 7 and 8 March, the rich and interesting program. In the days before the event, I visited a shelter for women in distress, victims of extreme situations and to cooperate with them to a writing workshop. In reality was not the writer but the woman to go into that house I like to call "The refuge of women." I wondered: if I were afraid, if you need help, do you feel, what impact would it? Sure, groped his empathy with a life so pure utopia is hard even for the most sensitive, but I tried anyway without presuming to succeed and with respectful humility.
cozy, quiet, so large and fragrant coffee, the house was soon animated the faces of strangers who opened the doors of their rooms to the new day, united by a look that seemed to send the same message: who is quest'intrusa ? A bit 'of natural fear, caution, mistrust why not. Then the awkward handshakes, smiles inviting you to smile, the words for some harder to find because of the language, and more for shyness. And children who do not know impact of guessing who they are sons of all, for all who care for them. It strikes me that being mothers straight to the heart of that child, and take care of him with quell'imboccarlo
... so naturally I spent the whole day with them in February, I sat at their table, I learned their names with which I the names are a mess, but it happened because those names will stick together in their history that I will not tell you because it is the story of many, too many women.
Instead, what I want to tell you that going into the house transforms us by visitors to different people, why are those terrible stories to enrich our own. What they have created women who have set up this structure moves me, moves me and the work of the volunteers who make it work. It is not just a roof or a bowl of soup, no. It is love for others, solidarity, is a real helping hand to help with reintegration, reconstruction after the devastating earthquakes of the soul and body. I've seen you cry the founders of this warm shelter, crying for what they consider unacceptable failures and alas can not sometimes be avoided. Because of women who lose their battle there are many, and many do not make it too big because the damage suffered. Others will not make it because of cultures different from our own, making them slaves of rules that we can not agree but we must understand that as part of their people, therefore, able to influence each of their choice, or indeed any action because their for them certainly is not about choices. But what makes me happy potervelo mean, there are also those make it, and not the few. We do it with houses like these, associations like this, and start again. I heard that, this time with them, phrases such as "Now I sleep quiet" and I felt anger, for all that had been taken away from them. I heard about addiction, an addiction by the dream of a family who becomes the first economic dependency, and emotional after the arrival of children. Because many of them, after abuse and violence at the time to say ENOUGH know that if they take away the children would not know that you feed them.
I saw women psychologically destroyed by more subtle plagiarism, the ones that are causing you to mentally convince yourself that you are worthless. And I saw the founding of this Association to teach them that low self-esteem can not and should not be a permanent condition.
Many of you will say "but why not just run away from what hurts so much?"
The change is almost unnatural to humans. The search for the unknown, of knowing - repeatable and predictable is what usually leads us to survive. It is difficult to anticipate the changing situations 'before'. It changes all the time "after". AFTER moods became uncontrollable because they are too strong, always extreme anger, despair, terror, pain. Then something breaks and you get to finally seek help.
In the house, as in any family, parent-association, not a little fatigue. There are moments of joy among the guests but also difficult balance, wonderful shares or extreme sensitivity, great friendships and competitions, with the fear of losing ground in a community where so much after you carve out a niche for themselves in which to breathe. And it is my great respect for those who juggles with indescribable humanity in all this.
On March 7, were read by two talented actors of short writings. I have coordinated, presented to the public with my thoughts, and introduced one of my fantasy story that was to translate, in part, what led them to knock on the door of the house. In part, yes, because we all know the reality of what is able to overcome the fantasy ...
As for the writings that have followed my story, some were a very small contribution of the volunteers who are part of the association, but everyone else was important evidence that the house guests have prepared. Behind the few simple lines of these women, who will guard the heart, there's trouble, there is the huge effort to talk about himself and show emotions after having lived a life of gags. An important step, a great liberating process, a strong and important act, the beginning of a reorganization, creating a space where no longer be heart failure. Suffering creates a terrible loss: separates us from others. Dominated by the pain we feel alien, but the House, the Women's Refuge Obia and many other cities, serves to from their midwife, making her born again and reconnecting with the world. There was life before, "we will be back" later. " Here is what is in the house and that's what we have heard them say thank you. Those through their writings, those brave women have shown at all, publicly, the space in which they have begun to exist.
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