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Perfect, right?  This street is in Trastavere section of Rome.  

We met up again with Muhammed and Abraham.  This time Muhammed's wife ZiZi came along (she is 18).  She is having a boy in a few weeks and she is naming him Thomas (from what we understand, the baby is named after Tom!)  Also in the photo is Claudia.  She served a mission in Canada and she is very often my translator.  We get to home teach Claudia.  She is awesome and very talented and made our friends feel very welcome when we brought them to the Institute building downtown for Taco Tuesday.

At the bookstore they had a pamphlet called "Welcome to Italy" for Refugees.  Written in 3 languages and very helpful on many topics such as medical, legal, where to sleep if you are on the street, where to go for food, all arranged by cities in Italy.  It's an incredible book of information and we wanted our friends to have it especially because Muhammed and ZiZi are going to try to go to France before the baby is born.  If born in Italy, the baby will still be considered from Sierra Leone where the parents are from.  I'm not sure what will be the status of the baby if born in France, but they are going to try to get across.  I am so worried about them.  We tried to warn them of the dangers and the unlikely chance of getting across.  

Our District was over for Saturday lunch.  

The next 4 photos are of Abraham Asuleme and he is 30 years old.  We had an interview with him and he had prepared himself to tell us his story.  He is from Nigeria.  Born of a polygamous family, he was the 2nd child of the 2nd wife.  Mom died and his life became very difficult.  At 17 he was on his own as his sister got married.  He had 2 step brothers that one fateful evening came to the house and wanted him to leave b/c they wanted to take ownership of the house (even though it was rightfully his at the death of his mother).  There were arguments and several weeks later they came to kill him.  Cut his finger off, stabbed him several times (he showed us one stab wound on his back, last photo).  He managed to run away.  A passerby saw him and took him to his house and treated him.

After that incident (again showing some of the signs of the damage that his step brothers inflicted on him, can't bend his finger) he decided to flee.  He didn't want to be a burden on his married sister, so he borrowed money from her and left for Niger.  From there he was kidnapped.  The man put him in prison and told him to call his family at home and to tell them to send money to get him out of prison.  He wouldn't do it and was in the prison for 3 months treated very badly.  He and a friend that were both in the prison made a hole in the wall each day while the man was out and eventually broke through the wall and escaped.  They ran and ran.

They went to a mosque where they were praying.  A man approached them with a gun.  They listened.  They thought they were being offered a legitimate job.  They were given guns to be guards.  Turns out they were to guard a fenced camp full of boys.  He told the man, "I can't do this" and left.  He turned to begging in the streets to survive.  "I had no other option"  He was in Libya now and he was told he should try to get to Italia.  He saw the sea and he was afraid.  His 'boat' was just a piece of wood.  He was on the boat for 2 days and never ate but he had no appetite because of his fear and then they were rescued by a big ship.  They were on this ship another 5 days before the Italian rescue boat came.  He landed on Lampedusa.  He was there one night, and then brought to Rome.  He currently lives in a camp about 45 min by train from Rome. (Roma Point Camp run by the Red Cross)

(Photo of his stab wound on his back.)  The missionaries found him on the train.  He resisted their offers to talk but they were insistent.  Eventually he came to church.  Afterwards he told his friend "I went to a church that is full of white people."  and his friend replied "They are going to suck your blood."  He responded, "I felt something.  It's different.  I want to give these guys (missionaries) a try."  He said he was feeling the spirit.  He stopped smoking.  He realized his body was a temple.  He is a big football player and when he quit smoking he could run and play.  He felt the change in his physical body.  He knew he could have the same change in his spiritual body.  He joined the church on Sept 19, 2015.  He currently works construction at the temple site.  His sister wants him to come back to Nigeria.  He wants to start his life here in Italy.  If he had a little brother his advise would be "Don't come.  The risk I took?  No, don't do it"

Baobab is an organization we partner with.  They are the grassroots group that we are so impressed with.  We visited one evening for the football game.  LDS Charities has rented the field so they have something to look forward to each week.  Here are some of the guys.

Washing up after the game.  Rome is having a heat wave and the game, although fun took all their energy!

Momo on the left.  Don't know the other two guys.  Field is behind them.  A pretty dusty game!

Back at the Baobab camp.  Here is Francesca taking photos of each refugee so they are prepared when they go to get their promesso at the Questura.  (The identity card from the police station)

LDS Charities has purchased 1200 rubber shoes.  (crocs)

The food line.  They were patiently waiting.  It was nearing 9:00pm and no food in sight yet.  

On the fence they had put up this sign that the refugees had drawn.  "Good Baobab People" and it shows them all holding out a plate to get some food and the angel Baobab people piling food on the table for them to come and help themselves to the food.

On Saturday, Baobab took 80 refugees by train to Ostia and the beach.  The boys were sooooo happy!

This poor little tree.  It was the only greenery we had by our apartment.  It was just off of our balcony but it got diseased and has been cut back to the stub.  Very sad.  We are especially sad, b/c now we have no greenery to look at when we go outside of our house.  Still, every day I am grateful for the A/C.  I hope it never breaks!