One day, in 2005, in the northern part of Democratic Republic of Congo,

I met this person.
(that made you come here...
on the previous page)

We were walking on the same trail, in opposite directions.

I had an unknown feeling.

My eyes are blue, my skin is white.

As I was this area since several monthes, I had forgotten eyes could be blue, I had forgotten that my skin was white.

We were not speaking the same verbal language. I asked wether I could take a picture.

Now, years after, I know I experienced a kind of alter ego encounter.

I never knew wether he was male or she was a female.





           

Deuxième Mission.

Beni est une ville entre foret luxuriante de l’Ituri et magnifiques monts du Rwenzori au Nord Est de la République Démocratique du Congo.

Beni se situe au coeur d’une région magnétique qui rayonne d’abondances et de folies destructrices.

C’est un creuset ou s’affrontent les forces antagonistes qui font le coeur de l’humanité. 

Il y a, ici, du trauma, du Réel. C’est l’acceptation brutale de la possibilité d’une fin et l’apparition éclatante de la toute puissance de la vie.

Expérience de la conscience de l’Autre en tant que même dont la différence est un degré d’expression.