Every ight before going to sleep umesh called his "Momi". We had heard her voice so many times that we wanted to know her.

After a difficult day to reach the town, we saw in the middle of the assembly, a very small woman calling NAMASTÉ...

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With a smile and a thousand hugs, she gave us the kukuri (Nepali knife) and left us with tears in our eyes after telling us: I do not want to get paid, because if you pay me when you use it, you will not think about us. If you have the gift you will always remember us.

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That kukuri was worth € 5 and we couldn't stop thinking that with that amount of money they could ea a whole week...

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From that moment on we realised that they would always be part of our lives.

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Here we are, creating a small project for housing for them.