Before find me a place to the " Kabary clinic (I baptized it that way, that was the name of the street), I tried to find a place for myself in the hospital and in the maternity ward, to observe how they were doing. The key word here is " observer ».
What I got instead was so much richer and more alive as learning, that I think the closed doors of the university here make perfect sense. The 3 refusals that I experienced during the 6 years I tried to become a midwife in Quebec were confronting, frustrating, anxious ... But the 2 months that I spent in Madagascar catching babies were 2 months or I was totally in my place.