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Zaire (R.D. Congo) (1990-1991)   
   
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:   |   1990, 
my first job abroad !  |     |        
                        
                      Left, 
my classroom ( which was destroyed later by a tornado ); Right, my 16 little 
creeps and me on my Jeep Willys.
   Jambo Bwana !After 
one year of preparation ( during my last year of College ), I had been selected 
to go teach in Goma, Zaire ( now "République Démocratique du Congo" 
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Trip...Having packed all my stuff, I said "goodbye" 
and took a plane to Kigali, Rwanda, where I landed one day after the Pope Jean-Paul 
II. Another, way smaller "plane" ( hem ) took me across the country, 
which I had the chance to admire through the holes in the plane's body ( the windows 
where too dirty to see any of the 1,000 hills ). After the 
miraculous landing, Patrick Lumes, a great Frenchie, picked me up and we crossed 
the border to arrive in Goma, the same day as Mr. Mobutu and Mr. Mandela...  |   
 
 
   Ecole Privée à Programme Belge de GomaTwo 
days later ( instead of the ten days scheduled ), I found myself in front of  
16 first graders ( instead of the fourth graders I was supposed to have 
and for which I had brought 80 lbs of materials ). We spent a wonderful year, 
9 nationalities being one of the most interesting assets you can have in a classroom. The 
friendship, the help and the good advice of Danielle Lebecq often allowed me to 
cope with the little events we had :  civil war, lootings, a  
tornado destroying my classroom while I was in with the kids (no injuries), 
earthquake,  volcano eruption... 
 
    
 A beautiful country...
                            Nicknamed the "Grenier du 
                              Zaïre" (Zaire's Attic) since everything 
                              grows there without problem, food is cheap and abundant. 
                              I often took my "beau tracteur rouge" 
                              (my Jeep) to go see the wildlife, fish, or visit 
                              the  gorillas in the hills of Djomba. 
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                            Pure 
happiness ? |    
                      Supposed to do my military service in 
                        Belgium, I left reluctantly. I finally didn't have to 
                        enroll, but if I had not left in a nice commercial plane, 
                        I would have had to evacuate one month later in a C-130 
                        with all the others... 
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