When in Maralal, Kenya, every evening Irene Girls School's director Fr. Musau lit his pipe and told us stories. And we stood still, while hearing about the girls, their past, their dreams, their precarious situation. Then, his dreams about creating chances and overcoming difficulties. We heard rapt in ecstasy, speechless, fascinated by his sacrifices and upset by our naivety. When he asked us about our thoughts, we often had no answers.
As the days went by, we were able to understand dreams and hopes just by looking at girls' eyes in the classroom.
We were able to see a better future.
So one of these evenings came my turn: I told them about my dream, about my hopes for them, even though I had no idea how to realize my plans.
Two months later we came back in Italy and resumed our everyday life, but still remembering the smiles and the determination of the girls. We had to try to do something for them.
This is why this association was born, also thanks to the effort of our friends and families. And anytime something goes wrong in our life, we remind ourselves of their smiles, and we smile too.The Story Of Rael (IT)