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It was October when we arrived to a small village in Togo, near the border with Ghana called Takpamba, to pass the medical consultation with the doctors of our NGO OASIS.
It was a very small settlement. Away from everything. During the rainy season that becomes it farther by floods that multiply the diseases in those patients who had been arrived to the improvised medical consultation under the shade of a large mango tree. In the middle of nowhere…
By mid-afternoon, after spending all the day coexisting with illnesses, I decided to go out and breathe some fresh air trying to escape from suffering that we had been watching all day in the faces of that sick people.
And there it was. A group of children. The sons, nephews and grandchildren of our patients... playing happily. Running behind those old motorcycle wheels in that red dirty track full of dust. Smiles and more smiles. Noisy joy. Pure happiness...
There are times when the line between suffering and happiness is so small and fuzzy that scares...
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