teacher's basic Strange, the reputation that often teachers from outsiders. The former husband of one of my colleagues, a lawyer by profession, told me he was afraid of having to defend a teacher: the worst race of hecklers he said: "You always explain everything to them, he always want to know! ". It seems to me that, while trusting in the art, it is not forbidden seek to understand the ins and outs of their actions. is the same for me rather a proof of intelligence.
Relationships with parents are sometimes (often?) Conflict, and there either, not surprising. I think these ones have parents somewhere, well hidden in them, a kind of jealousy towards those foreigners who spend more time with their children than themselves. They on the other hand a rather erroneous they see their offspring as in the somewhat narrow and conformist family and that they often are unwilling to see it grow. Some, moreover, believe they can impose their personal views on how to do business with people who, however, are sorry that claim, experts.
reactions of the two previous categories do not bother me, for my part, and I was never gêné.Mais discomfort, I felt many times elsewhere. Dealing with customers of my parents, for example, the common people, to whom my father was quite proud to say that I continued my studies in a social environment where it was hardly used at that time. They were both very respectful and admiring and immediately embarrassed in dealing with me. When
I say I am a teacher, which I've never drawn any particular glory, with people away from that environment, I still feel this wall stand, wall mingled respect and fear. as if feeling guilty about not having my culture, as if afraid of being judged and inferior by the way I look at them. Even my grandmother told me she did not send me postcards because she was afraid that I see his spelling mistakes. I saw them, of course, the few times she passed on. I saw them, of course, so what? They seemed to me that most moving and loaded with tenderness. I think
often we as teachers are very much like the women of antiquity, chosen very young in the best Roman society and trained for thirty years in business, the hard job of vestal virgins. Enormous burden that would crush in more than one, which required them irreproachable conduct while giving them an exorbitant power. Respected no doubt, but certainly when it was deeply hated the society that hated them imposed precisely this status.
I do not know if my younger colleagues, those entering the profession today feel the same. Personally, I could never forget the double reaction of reverence and fear almost religious. Maybe they do not perceive this more pull, or otherwise perceive, more brutal. But who, outside of school, "he aware of the profound solitude of teachers? Doctors, perhaps, quite alone, too.
Misiones African Museum of Lyon is a museum very interesting and unfortunately quite unknown to the local population. Collecting objects collected by the Missionary Fathers from the first half of the nineteenth century, mostly in countries of West Africa (Côte d'Ivoire, Ghana, Togo, Benin), he organized its three floors by theme: life daily in the first, second life social and religious life in the third. 
I was fortunate to come across a group of students interested and attentive, asking questions relevant to a young guide particularly the fact that it presented. I was also able to take many photos, including those of some items already photographed during previous visits but still fascinate me. One drawback: the windows are often located in front of windows that interfere with their reflections on the glass of the showcase. 
. This little genius fighter is probably, in my opinion the most beautiful part of the museum, unfortunately relegated to a corner where it is not development and near a window. When the hunter went out hunting, he came to make a libation to his personal genius that he was satisfied, he indicated the direction to follow to find game. Wood, the statuette is coated with a thin tissue at the origin which, after the libations that have been raised above, definitely has stiffened. The cap is also totally worn by the caresses lavished her owner. She comes from Côte d'Ivoire. What fascinates me in this object very rare because very personal, and therefore not available, and often burned at the death of the hunter, the head-child of genius, a humanity and a shocking and finesse, Unfortunately, we do not perceive in this photo, the other side of being bad because of glare. 
Yes, we must show "Match" if only to learn that the story we will not reveal here. Except to say that toy drive organized as part of this show will make a few more happy or less miserable. A spark in a world quite obscure. Contact 
