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A Fianarantsoa (FIAN for friends), do a couple of days break before reaching the province of Ambalavao. Far from the dusty corridors of the Ministry, to fill the forms and unanswered questions, I take a moment of serenity to recover the sense of this journey. I am a guest of Gabriel, a guy who lives here in Palermo for a couple of years. He is away, so I find myself alone with Erica, his girlfriend Madagascar. Incidentally, Erika in Madagascar is also the name of a thin drizzle that falls in winter in the highlands.
Erica has just begun to study Italian and speaks little French. Neither did I. I really want to talk about it, so we are a perfect choice. We spend hours a simplicity so full of little events that difficult to describe. We go to the market to shop. Ravitoto jointly preparing a local dish made from cassava leaves and meat, usually pork, but we decline over the chicken. Erica us adds an exotic touch, grated coconut flesh. Tena Tsara! And between meals, and an infusion, a grammar exercise and even a film Muccino, we exchange a bit 'of our lives, in hours of conversation that ranges from religion to marriage, in a language I do not know what it is, but every word he utters, every hard understanding, is accompanied by a sense of euphoria, like when you take the wheels to the bike and you realize that you can stay in balance or when you realize that you know the sea to float.
In Madagascar I'm back baby: I have to rediscover each gesture, find the names of things, learn how you do. Not only are the words to miss ... I miss everything else, the whole universe of meaning within which the sounds begin to have meaning. And as a child, when I see the eyes of my listeners to share that smile, quell'assenso which means: "Yes, that's it! I understand what you mean! "He fills the heart of a pure happiness and unexplained fatigue in this sea of \u200b\u200bunfamiliar syllables for me, these echoes of words that sound the same and all start to M. Gasped, stammered ... then suddenly, somehow, I begin to feel afloat. Erica looks at me, and I got answers. I cling to a verb, an adjective, to begin to decipher. Floating ... I try to go farther. When I leave I
Fianarantosa much warmth in his heart. Misaotra indrindra, Erica! You have given me more desire to not stop trying ...