I have to take few minutes of my work time to share what I have seen on my way to the office. A young boy is guiding a blind man – his grandfather? – in the middle of a busy avenue between Liberte 5 and 6, Dakar. He leaves him next to another blind man who is eating a piece of baguette and drinking a hot drink. Both men are talking to each other and despite their inability to see each other…they are smiling.

The young boy returns carrying a piece of the pavement far too heavy for him. He helps the old man to sit on it. The old man is still talking but he is gently caressing the boy’s head. The traffic is clearing and my taxi is moving. Nothing is more beautiful than to have the possibility and willingness to open your eyes at the world. Today, two blind men taught me that.