The quiet revolution

I am in Congo, in a remote village located six hours from the Capital, we do two hours of dirt road before arriving at the hospital in Lumbi, where I will work alongside with doctors of an Italian NGO to document their work. It is at Lumbi that I meet a group of students with whom I start a friendly relationship, I get to know their dreams, their goals. Congo, a country so rich, but devastated by internal wars and corruption, is the classic African country that pushes you to get on the boat towards Europe, but these guys have a noble idea in mind, that of being able to study and stay in ,to change the country politics. And so this idea is also transmitted to the little ones, here I discover, just behind the hospital a small agglomeration of houses, without window and with sheet metal roofs, and the sand instead of the floor, is the primary school, and hundred meters from the primary school there is the University. It is a day of examination and they are all excited, I am too, and I wonder if they will truly be the hope of the country and if they will be able to maintain their noble ideals once in power, I ask them and they tell me YES, they seem really convinced.