Day 4 in Madaba started with sun salutation.
Some of us decided to start this long day with
yoga lessons. Thereís a surprise for breakfast:
our Jordanian friends offer us some hummus.
Suddenly, we heard our yellow buses honking,
reminding us that itís time to get down to work.
Our destination is the Latin School, where we
will create a mural on the wall in front of the
church of Saint John. Hands full of color, paint
jar that slowly become empty, the rhythm of the
drums of the scoutsí orchestra, and some kids
making noise are what accompany us in the
creation of our own Cappella Sistina, our mural.
We are feeling like Michelangelo, if it werenít
for our hands that, at the end of the day, are
almost burnt by the solvent that we use to clean
us. We cool off a little bit with a cold red
fruit slush that Yazan, one of the Caritas
Jordan operators, gifts us. This experience was
a great opportunity to express our creativity
and to get to know each other better.
have the time to recharge our batteries with a
filling lunch and we get back on track. This
afternoon, as the Jordanian culture requires,
our bus was not reliable: we get lost in the
traffic, surpassing cars as it was a race, but
we finally arrive at our destination. A Syrian
man, father of four children, is waiting for us.
He canít work, for he has a bullet in his right
hand. This meeting with us was the familyís
first contact with non-Syrian people. But after
a very short time, the wife decides to retire to
her room, because she is no more able to tell
her story. We are here, with just a cigarette, a
hot tea, a story ready to be heard. In another
house in Madaba, sitting on the cushions of a
living room, another family welcomes us and
starts their story telling us how they left
Syrian, after a long journey, trying to find
back roads to not be found and killed. Normally
a trip like this would take almost one hour. The
children are playing. The fatherís voice, the
only narrator of this story, combines with ours.
As we say goodbye, from the womanís burka, worn
just for the time to take a picture together, we
can only see her beautiful eyes. Our next
destination is a school, where we met a little
girl that leads us to the entry door of her
home. A family of eight welcomes us. The father
would do everything for the best of his
children, but he doesnít have a job. Tears are
streaming down his face as he thinks how things
change. Before the crisis he was hosting the
sister, married in Jordan, in his house in
Syria. Now he is the one to have found help in a
country on the other side of the border.La vida
es un carro sue viene y va. There are so many
feelings that we need to express. Before going
to sleep we gather all: each of us writes on a
paper glass the word that best represents what
we are feeling in this moment. Liberty,
Humanity, Responsibility. We fill up our glasses
with water, and we pour it in a container. Every
single water drop is the symbol of our effort to
make the difference in the world that we want.