From devastation to one day at a time.
From sorrow to joy.
From whispers to shouts.
The anonymous heroes of everyday life in what is - shamelessly - called the Third World have the same thirst for life. Beyond the fragilities of their contexts, the multiple walls that are raised to keep them apart...

Rwanda / Children / Windows on the world... Three paths, apparently unconnected, that cross - if only in their claim to a place in the sun. Tragedy at one end, one day at a time at the other. And in the middle the children, enigmas of tomorrow and at the same time messengers of hope.

The tragedy that goes by the name of Rwanda... The last genocide of the millennium, extreme example of what hatred, intolerance, fear of difference and racial, ethnic and religious divisions can lead to. The massacres were "the news" by which the whole world discovered the "land of a thousand hills" in the heart of Africa. And yet Rwanda, like every other Rwanda, is also a thirst for life emerging from the ruins; that craving to re-learn how to live, to build, to share, that struggles and beats on the far side of the shades of darkness...

Then come the children of the Third World: blazes of light defying the wretchedness.

Victims of the omni-oppressive reality that weighs so heavy over most of our planet, bearers of the dream of a better world, they reflect in their own way the shades of colour of their society.

Laughter, shouting, bright faces, eyes wide open to the future... And then, shadows and questions, wounds and traumas and eyes grown old. Hopes and disappointments, flights and returns... And always light, illuminating their small joys and griefs, defying their fate, accompanying their dreams.
Far from a vision in black and white, the children of the "third world" invite us to an approach divergent from the cliches of both folklore and compassion.

And then, humbly, there opens a window on to the world - perhaps only for an instant, but it is enough to remind us of the "other" who dwells at the bottom of our heart. He shares the same joys and dreads, the same hopes and absurdities... As long as the heart is free of prejudice and preconceptions, ideas tailor-made to bring about division.

To reject the fear of difference, leave indifference behind, redefine relationships… To approach one another, discover, learn in order to understand better, to understand in order to accept and respect. And perhaps to be able to sense the multi-coloured beauty of our world.