It’s them. Each one unique.
Nirjala so talented in her drawings; there is no smile like Yudun’s, always ready for anything; Bhawani so dancer and cooks; Nima Sherpa so smart, with so much to offer; Bipana so quiet and beautiful; Bina so sensitive and tender; Anisha how can you give everything so well?; Gyanu, so responsible and hardworking; Pramite so studious and singing; Bimala so focused on her vocation as a nurse and, at the same time, so affectionate; Nima Lama so sporty and accommodating; Durga so responsible, attentive and sweet; Yanji so smart and hardworking, wanting to learn so much from everything; Saru no one has taken care of me like you, your laughter is very special and Sui so patient and willing. I could say so many good things about each of them. They are wonderful. They have taught me the value of sharing, of not being envious, of always helping each other. And a thousand more things that I keep to myself.

It has been two months of frustration, joy, dejection, motivation, sadness, overcoming, stress, laughter. I have cried, I have missed Vitoria and my people, I have wanted to leave and leave, I have felt alone, useless; But I have also laughed, I danced, I sang, I have enjoyed, I have felt that I have contributed, that I have collaborated, that I have taught, I have shown different ways of seeing life, I have instilled, I have read, I have learned, I have valued, I have played, I have taught Spanish, I have had excellent students, I have improved my English, I have enjoyed very small things, I have valued tiny things, but at the same time enormous; I have worked on my patience, I have regulated my emotions.
It’s Nepal. Kathmandu. Its rain constant for hours or intense only a few minutes; so relaxing. Walk under it without changing the temperature one iota. It is to feel neither cold nor fear. Never either at any time of the day. Indescribable the security I have experienced in this city. It’s living in flip-flops, even having a sea on your feet. The numerous vehicles without any kind of rule and not having seen an accident. It’s riding a safe motorcycle without a helmet, feeling the wind in your face. They are the child monks, also the adults and their monasteries. That peace; that calm. Taken care of in the house, I have not lacked anything. It is its spicy in all dishes. It’s rice always. Night walks. Village life. Families on the streets, sitting on the curb chatting.

Thank you Udana. Thank you Sara, Eva, Stella, Esther and Maria. For the opportunity. To be. For being every day. For always supporting me. For your work. For your completely altruistic work. Because of your concern. Because of what you do. For what these girls are thanks to you. For what they will be in the future thanks to you. For being there every day for them.