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Richard BOIS

born on March 11th 1950 in Casablanca.

"I was born in Morocco where I lived up to the age of 10. So I am very marked by the Judeo-Christian culture but also by the Arabic and Jewish cultures because at that time there was a vast Jewish community there.

I came back to France in 1960 in Toulouse where my parents settled. I am a selftaught man. I am a specialist in trading. I was in charge of recruitment and training of salesmen throughout France during the past few years.

In 1995, I stopped and I went back to my first passion which is catering. I was recently working for caterers of Toulouse.

I started to organize this project in November 2000.

Genesis:

On September 1st 2000, I started to walk towards Compostelle, departing from Toulouse, which is a stage on the "Voie d'Arles". I took the Somport pass. In the course - in the heart - of this walking, I have lived extraordinary times made of meeting with human beings of different nationalities, some walkers, some sedentary ones, all guests of this itinerary. I've also encountered places. Maybe my motivation was simply a wish of better self-knowledge. I think I can say that to do this trip, whether I am a believer or not, practising or not, changes something in one-self.

Getting back from this adventure, has appeared the feeling that the path was not at its end, that I still had something to find. That's how, little by little, the project came to life, around November and December 2000.

Then came to my mind the idea to join in a unique walking the holy cities of the three monotheist religions, adding the notion of guild as well as one member for each religion."

Richard.

 

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Mahdi ALIOUI

"My name is Mahdi ALIOUI. Born in 1967 in France, I'm the son of Algerian immigrants. I grew on avenue Mermoz. 1967: September 23rd: My first cry. My mother cries with pain while bringing me into the world by caesarean. I remember it as if it was… 36 years ago. I made myself discreet and small. 1973 to 1977: my schooling at the school "Prévert", which is part of the project. 1978 to 1981: schooling at Collège "Arthur Rimbaud", now named LP "Jean Macé". 1982 to 1985: electromechanical CAP and BEP in a vocational high school in Knutange. Mistake in the guidance on my courses… 1992: first attempt to pass my baccalauréat…but I failed . 1998: my revenge…Mahdi II is back !!! I got my BAC with distinction. I passed it while working at night in a hostel for homeless people in Thionville, and studying at the university at the same time. I did so many rests in the lecture halls in my psychology courses. I passed my BAC to become a teacher for children with learning difficulties. End of my schooling, and end of my social "career" in 1999 to discover the world of network cabling and optical fibre…up to now. My life in Fameck: That's the life on the blocks….I lived on avenue Mermoz for 28 years. Much time, too much time bumming around on the blocks… At the same time, I was working at the "Club de Prévention" as an activity leader, in camps or workshops to finance some trips for young people who had got little money. Music helped me not to make a faux pas. There was a time when a band played some music around the post office. It was "LES REVERBERES"(streetlights, in English). Why this name ? Because we were playing in the park, we had no electricity for the guitar amps so a friend plugged them on a…. streetlight. Thanks to the "Black, Blanc, Beur" band,("Black, Blanc, Beur" means Black people, white people, and North-African people living in France), we played for many causes, against racism, for disabled persons and for the Telethon in Fameck. At that time, which spreads out over about five years, I was dreaming of giving a better image of us, young from the blocks, and of getting Fameck talked about, for good reasons. I was also dreaming of rejoining all these people who are working behind the scenes to improve our daily life. Too young, not mature enough and above all lacking patience, I had to revise my goals. Life went on up to my 33rd birthday. In order to celebrate it differently, I decided to make a 55-km walk. I arrived in Metz, tired out, forced to lift my legs to go up the pavements. And I am not exaggerating because I had to call my boss to tell him I couldn't work the day after. I couldn't walk anymore. And yet,… eight months later, because I was fed up with what my life was like, I found myself on the way to Saint Jacques de Compostelle. Two months and five days of hell, pains, blisters, tears, but especially of encounters, marvellous encounters. These encounters allowed me to be at peace with myself, and thus with the world. So I noted something important: there remained humanity in me and especially around me. I just had to find how to see it. And if I thought that my pilgrimage to Compostelle was the result of a step, I now understand that it was only a start to a great adventure to continue to reconcile myself with this world in which I had sometimes so many difficulties to recognize myself.. This adventure started when I encountered Richard, in Toulouse in the middle of the night, as I came back from Compostelle, as I came back from "home" ! Intended to walk with Richard, creator of the project "ENSEMBLE", I know that "I go back home", to Compostelle, by a different path, by a more ambitious one too, but by a more generous one above all. My trip to Compostelle in 2001 was , at first, a personal wish. On Saturday 4th October, we will fly towards an adventure dedicated to the others, to The Other. Hand in hand, with Richard, we will walk together, supported by the Association "Paix Sans Frontière" (Peace without any frontier), yourself and the world to come. Less young, more mature, and above all more patient, I'm dreaming of concretising that old dream sleeping in my head. Let my madness be constructive ! This madness made me suffer so much ! Thanks to you, I'm feeling it is possible… "

MAD (Mahdi's nickname)