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Welcome to Aurelie! 

Aurélie Neumann is a new volunteer who is specialist in Physiotherapy. She started her work with NH by the end of May 2012.
Aurélie is currently living at Prey Veng province, located around 200 Km away from Kompong Chhnang, but thanks to her good heart and her passion for her job, she doesn’t mind to travel from Prey Veng to Kampong Chhnang and back every month. 
Aurélie will be volunteering with New Humanity for 6 months. During her volunteering period, she will not only provide physiotherapy to persons with disability in CBR centers and HBC, but she will also train Mr. Sim and Mrs. Saokea, a new physiotherapy officer. Hopefully, both of them will learn a lot from Aurélie after 6 months.


Daw Tin Mar Shwe Kind hearted and valued teacher amidst disabled children

Daw Tin Mar Swe, 28, is a special education teacher in School for Disabled Children (SDC), a public centre in Yangon.  Her birth place was a village in Sagaing Division, somewhere over 400 miles north-west Myanmar.
Her parents had farms in their village, but she came to live with her aunt in Yangon when she reached 8th Grade.  She was graduated with Bachelor of History.  Her aunt had a daughter with cerebral palsy who was attending at SDC at the time she passed Grade 11.  That’s when she decided to work with disabled, and in 2002 she started working in SDC, the school attended by her little cousin. 


Tipica casa PnongTrip to Mondolkiri, in the periphery of Cambodia

Letter of Francesca from Cambodia, February 2011

What does it mean working in “remote areas”? You begin to understand it after an hour spent in a car, over dusty and uneven roads across the forest, without seeing any other car nor people. It becomes clear when you arrive in a village where time seems to be stopped. This is Mondolkiri, a Cambodian region located near the borders with Vietnam, extremely poor and isolated. Besides the Bamboo pile dwelling you can still see the traditional huts typical of the Phnong, the ethnic minority that lives in this region.


 Time lost is never found

Written by Roberto Fornari, volunteer of Aiutare i Bambini, visiting New Humanity's projects in Myanmar. 16th December 2009 

The dawn, it’s a new day! But will it be a good day? In the suburbs of Yangon, far from the city’s centre, far from the world and from everything, there’s a place where every day is just the reflex of the previous one. Always. It’s not easy to find hope in that place...but nothing is impossible! 

The dawn, it’s a new day! But will it be a good day? In the suburbs of Yangon, far from the city’s centre, far from the world and from everything, there’s a place where every day is just the reflex of the previous one. Always. It’s not easy to find hope in that place...but nothing is impossible! Doriana and I are happy and excited for our departure. We are nothing more than volunteers of the Italian Foundation Aiutare i Bambini, headed to Myanmar where we’ll visit New Humanity’s projects.In my bag there’s no place for clothes. The bag is full of all those magical tools that help me to transform myself in a clown. Doriana and I will try to donate some smiles trough the play therapy. Everything is ready...As we arrive to Yangon, Ludovica leads us to the Eden Centre, a centre that hosts physically and mentally disabled children. We are welcomed as artists, everyone expects us to play a clown show...But the play therapy is more than a circus. We wanted the children to laugh, but it’s also important to create some complicity. We managed to find some moments to play and live with the children.But nothing is as easy as it seems. We discover it when we arrive to a new place, a place that can be compared to a silent scream. This is the “Special Unit Centre”.The Special Unit Centre hosts 23 orphan children. They have been abandoned, blamed for something they are not responsible for. They are all disabled. In particular 2 girls and 2 boys suffer of serious disabilities.But I want to tell you abot Maji. Maji is a spastic girl.Maji is the sun. Se can’t move. She can’t speak, she can only emit some sounds. Maji is 5 years old.Maji is wonderful. Her beauty is represented by the strength of her life. Every moment, every second she makes you know that she exists. She makes you understand that she wants to take part in every activity. We made a special game, children had to play with little balls as jugglers. She wasn’t able to throw the ball in the air, but she wanted to be involved in the game anyway. She asked a heart balloon as a gift, because she believes in love. When we pretended to pose like top models, she also tried to pose. She always tries.She makes you understand that life is wonderful, always.There are thousands of moments that I’d like to tell you, but I’ll stop with this image.Doriana and I want to thank New Humanity for what it’s doing. It supports many projects in this Country: the Eden Centre, the monastic schools, the Mary Chapman School, that hosts deaf children, some orphanages for very young children and the “Special Unit Centre”.Thanks to Ludovica, Sy Sy and to all New Humanity’s staff.The final thanks must be addressed to the foundation “Aiutare I Bambini”, that supports the Eden Centre.Thanks for giving us the keys of the gate that led us to live all these emotions and for all the concrete aid that arrives directly to all the beneficiaries in Myanmar.


Taste of Cambodia

Letter of Marina and Giandomenico from Cambodia, 20 October 2009

Three weeks in Cambodia...a flow of images and memories.The chaos of the traffic jam in the cities, the scents and the smell...the green landscapes and rice cultivations and the poverty of the villages...the wonderful navigation over the Tonle Sap river and the hardness of a life in a small and desolant boat.Images...sometimes stories...and so many faces, with so many expressions.

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