Broken Cappillaries On Upper Lip

Sr. Marie wrote ... Merry Christmas

We are fine after a week although shaken, even if we went out every day.

A few days ago: The military and police apparatus is impressive, both in hardware and in the number of people deployed everywhere.
The portraits of the former president had gone. Wards are also kept by militias that protect the spontaneous population against looters. In our passage, we see 7 men, hands bound by whatever means, kneeling against a wall and guarded by men until the police.

Yesterday: "Ali Baba and left the 40 thieves remained," it said in the newspaper. The thieves are members of the presidential family, arrested one after the other and treasure back to the state and citizens.
Tunisia is the same. The tongues are untied and everyone is talking about. People no longer fear and tell us about their oppression, their mistrust of each vis-à-vis others. Now they live national solidarity and immense hope.
After anesthesia by the national government, the newspapers publish anything that can be written, drawn, seriousness and jokes. A sample: "All Tunisians want the next president's chair or in kind tefal, for there not stick."
This morning I stopped by the police. Reason: he wanted to talk and I learned their servitude as an agent in the service of oppression.
Somehow I feel like a lucky having been able to live this moment in history, a people freed from oppression.
Since yesterday we live three days of national mourning for victims the revolution of jasmine, they are estimated at a hundred.

Today Sunday
At the cathedral we were still around 80 people to mass at 11 am, during a demonstration outside in full swing. There are daily, even inside the medina now. As one newspaper wrote three days ago "for the Tunisian show became a hobby." They scream and do harm to anyone. Police reinforcements in large, leaning against the houses around watching. Some even wear a red ribbon armbands as a sign of unity with the people. A soldier is on his tank cannon and looks well. The grand staircase of the cathedral serves as a podium for the spectators who sit many. People who come to pray using the back door. Helicopters rotate from morning to evening.
All parishes in the diocese now pray for the victims - more than a hundred - the Tunisian revolution underway. Now all remains to be done, elections are coming. Nothing is won. Thank you for your prayers. I embrace each and
good feast of St. Francis de Sales
Sister Maria مارية