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Saturday, February 21, 2026

V 1 N. 6 A Mediation in Burundi

 

Mediation in Burundi, Central Africa

 

Introduction

 

Since late 2007 a series of mediation trainings have been conducted in four African nations, the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC), Rwanda, Burundi, and Kenya.  All have experienced serious levels of violence in their recent past.  The trainings were done with the support of two Quaker affiliated organizations, the African Great Lakes Initiative (AGLI) and Change Agents for Peace International (CAPI).  This article is about one mediation done in Burundi following a three day training period.  The mediation was conducted by two mediators recently schooled in the Transformative mediation model.  Part of the intention of the trainers was to see if this model would fit into the context of a foreign culture.  Transformative mediation was elaborated by Joseph Folger and Baruch Bush in the United States.

 

 

The recent history of Burundi is one of forty six years of ongoing civil war pitting two tribes the Hutu (85%) and Tutsi (14%) on opposing sides.  A third tribe, the Twa, represent about 1% of the population and do not figure heavily in the conflict.  Prior to independence in 1962, the tribes lived in a somewhat symbiotic relationship, with the Tutsi eventually placed in a position of dominance by the colonial power, Belgium.  Many of the two tribes’ customs and their language are identical, but there are underlying differences, as well, exacerbated by the relative positioning that was imposed by the Belgians.  After independence, violent conflict began.  Initially the Tutsi were dominant but with outside pressures pushing democracy, the Hutu became politically stronger with the exception that the Tutsi retained control of the Army.

 

Massacres of innocents was the order of the day.  By 1972 many people had  fled into neighboring countries, particularly Tanzania.  They have lived there almost continuously since.  They are now being pushed back to Burundi by the Tanzanians creating a second diaspora for these people.  The U.S. recently agreed to accept 14,000 refugees of Burundian origin.   There were over 15 political groups formed during the conflict, many with their own militias operating within and outside the country.  It is thought that over 500,000 people have been killed since the early 1960’s.  An internationally driven peacemaking process has been ongoing since the early 1990’s, and recently the last of the militias has agreed to lay down their arms.  The major roads and strategic installations in the country are still heavily patrolled by the army.  The peace is at best tenuous.

 

It is in this atmosphere that the mediation process has been introduced in a limited way to help people resolve daily conflict in their communities.   There are other programs of reconciliation , Healing and Rebuilding our Communities (HROC) also sponsored by the Quakers to help members of the opposing tribes go through the process of forgiveness and reconciliation.

 

This is the account of one of the first mediations attempted in a village in Burundi. 

A four day training was completed in early August, 2008 in Gitega, the second largest city in Burundi.  After the training was completed the plan was to get a referral from a local Peace Committee in a neighboring village to do a mediation of an ongoing conflict. Mark, the Peace Committee coordinator in the village of Butamuheba, about 10 kilometers outside of Gitega, invited the trainees to the village.  He indicated that he had at least 30 cases he could refer.  The group was prepared to do two. 

 

The case was mediated by two trainees, a public health worker/quaker pastor (male) and a primary school teacher (female).  Both were native to the region where the mediation was held, though not residents of Butamuheba.  Phillipe, the lead mediator has written a narrative of the mediation in French which I’ve translated and edited.  His words will be highlighted, and my comments will continue in italics type face.  Jeanne was   the co-mediator.

 

Resume of the Mediation done in Butamuheba

Friday August 9, 2008

 

  1. The case: a problem of finance, heritance, and rights
  2. The participants:  The conflict saw a man in opposition to the widow of his elder brother.  There were numerous roots to the problem.  During the mediation, the man was accompanied by one of his two sisters  while the widow was joined by her two sons, eleven and twelve years.  A second sister of the man was in the mediation, although she was neutral in the case.  As well there were numerous neighbors and members of the local peace committee numbering about 15 people.  Four other mediator trainees were observers at the mediation. 

 

It should be noted that in their training, the mediators were taught to follow the wishes of the disputants as to who should be allowed to attend the mediation.  Most mediations are kept between the disputing parties and their immediate counsel.  Fifteen people(spectators) attending would be considered most unusual in a North American context.  However it will be seen in this description that some of the observers became active participants by the end of the mediation.

 

  1. The mediation was held in a primary school classroom with disputants widely separated against opposing walls.  The mediators were in the middle of the room facing each other.  The neighbors  and other spectators were against the back wall of the room behind the co-mediators,  and the mediation observers were off to the side on both sides of the lead mediator.   The mediator-trainer also shuttled between this case and another going on simultaneously in another building.

 

  1. Proceedings

 

In his introduction, the lead mediator let the disputants know that the mediators’ sole role was to help the parties express themselves and do what they could to restore previous relations if that’s what they wanted.  He underlined the fact that a normal judiciary process might only separate them further and cause them much additional expense.

 

He asked the disputants if they had questions or if they were ready to proceed.  They affirmed that they were ready.  The man spoke first.

 

“I want to speak first, because it is me who is greatly damaged by her offense.  The woman sitting in front of me dared to sell a portion of a property left by her deceased husband , my older brother, without any authorization that is  required by the family.  As the eldest surviving brother, I represent the family’s interests.  She sold it without consulting me, knowing full well that I represented the authority of the family and that I was delegated such authority by my deceased brother.  This being the case, I requested that the local authorities  and administrators  respect my wishes.  I do not want the children of my deceased brother to grow up without hope of owning some material possessions.  The exploitation or sale of the land should not occur until after the marriage of the two boys.”

 

The mediator then made a summary of the man’s statements and asked if the summary was correct and if the man had anything else to reveal.    There was no indication that anything was to be added at that time.

 

 

It was now the woman’s turn.  Upset and in tears, she responded as follows:

 

“This man who calls himself the guardian of family responsibility  has done nothing to demonstrate that he is up to the task of carrying out my dead husband’s wishes.  He has done nothing but undervalue  my abilities and mistreat me since my husband’s death.”

 

“Like all his brothers and sisters, including this one who stands here and accuses me,  my husband inherited from his father his portion of the family property.  Each one of these family members has previously sold their portion of the property.  I was never at anytime informed of those sales and was never invited to the ‘pots de vin’ that occasioned the sale of each portion of land.”

 

The ‘pot de vin’ is a well recognized local custom that consummates an important occasion such as the sale of land.  It consists of the purchase of large crocks of home brewed alcohol which is shared by participants and family members.  To be ignored or left out of such a ritual would be a serious insult.

 

“When my husband died, we did not have a nice house or a source of revenue to pay school fees for our two sons.  I had to make do as best I could.  This man who claims to be responsible  for the family has never come to our side or even seemed to be aware of our problems.   He even went as far as being a source of difficulties for us and has always sought to get me to leave the land left by my husband in order to get control of it.   As proof of this , it was he who organized that I be raped.  And when I cried for help , no one in the family came to my aid.    They even tried to criticize my cries for help by saying that I had no right to ask for help.”

 

“From this rape , I had a child now aged four years.  But no one in the family up to now has come forward to assist me in registering the child with the local authorities.”

 

Though considered shocking to a western reader, the rape of a woman in these circumstances, did not seem to be a major issue in the case, because it was not part of the final resolution.  I questioned several people who were present at this case when I first read the  translation of the events discussed.  Even the pastors felt that there were some rights given to the brother-in-law of the deceased that would be considered abhorrent in western culture but were acceptable in local custom.  The fact that the rape was done by someone other than the brother-in-law also seemed to be acceptable.

 

The woman continues:

 

“In the face of multiple financial problems, I  eventually decided to sell one portion of my property.  But before doing this action, I approached one of my brothers-in-law, whom I considered least violent and  informed him of my decision to sell.  He showed himself to be understanding and cooperative and accepting of my idea.  But I was surprised and shocked to discover that he was no longer with me on the day of the sale.  In conclusion, I would like to make it clear to those listening what I firmly believe to be my right:

 

1.     I love my children to the point that I cannot put them in danger as far as concerns the sale of the land.

2.     I have the right to sell my land however I want without having to explain my acts to anyone.”

 

The mediator then summarized the woman’s statement, asked her if he got it right, (he did) and asked if she had anything to add (she didn’t).    He then asked the audience which seemed somewhat agitated by her statements to calm down to aid the comprehension of everyone present.   He also stated that only the disputants would be given the right to speak, as well as  the mediators.

 

 

There would be some criticism of the mediator whether  it was his right to limit the conversation, if the disputants wanted to hear from the spectators.  However this was not made clear whether this happened in the mediator’s review of the case.

 

The co-mediator took over the process at this time and reviewed with the parties where they were and where they wanted to go with the case.  Since disputants seemed to be at a stalemate, the mediators decided to ask for a caucus, (speaking to each party separately). 

 

The disputants were both invited to go outside.  The lead mediator went with the man and the co-mediator went with the woman.

 

It is not clear in the document from which I’m working, what was talked about in the caucus or whether it was more to get some fresh air and reflect.  However it is now noted that the other mediators who were watching made several observations and comments about the case as follows:

 

“With all the hate between the disputants , which is the most important issue?”

1.     The recognition of the right of the woman to represent herself in the  disposal of the land.

or

2.     The recognition of the power of the brother-in-law to represent the family and the power of the family in the matter.

 

 

The mediators now requested the disputants to re-enter the classroom to continue the mediation.  When they were seated the mediator reminded the spectators, that they were there as spectators only.  He reminded the parties that the goal of the mediation was to reweave the fabric of the family relations that had been torn and that it was important for all to remember this.

 

            This might be considered to be more the right of the disputants to decide what was important in Transformative theory, however, this is the way the case was presented.

 

At this point the mediator again summarized the main points of the case and began a series of questions  and answers  with the disputants involving the two issues stated above,  ie.  the right of the woman to do as she pleased with the land and the power of the family in the matter.

 

Finally the man recognized the right of the woman to represent herself and her deceased husband in the case.  But he insisted that the ‘pot de vin’  be made and that he, the brother-in-law, be specially invited to participate in that ceremony in recognition of his role as patriarch of the family.

 

The woman’s response was that she would not refuse to offer the ‘pot de vin’ but that it was economically impossible for her to pay for the ‘pot de vin’.  

 

At this point a second caucus was called.

Second Caucus:

 

The mediator asked the two parties to go out of the classroom again.  This time he also asked four of the spectators to also come out, two who had been sitting on the side of the woman and two from the side of the brother-in-law.  As it was a time of recess for all, many other spectators came outside.  A third group formed outside and stated that they were ready to support the widow in financing the famous ‘pot de vin’ now requested at such great insistence by the brother-in-law.    At this time , an elder of the village, clarified the importance of the ‘pot de vin’ , and the buyer of the land guaranteed that he would pay for the ‘pot de vin’ in place of the widow.  The neighbors (third group, above) added that they would each contribute 200 francs (US $0.20) each to buy the ‘pot de vin’  in  support of the widow.

 

These ‘deals’ were made during the caucus, independently of the mediators and disputants.  Quite unusual.  My first contact with the mediation was at this point, and several of the trainees approached me shaking their heads , saying that this was a very difficult if not impossible situation we’d gotten into as mediators.

 

Finally the mediator reconvened the mediation.  He summarized the offers that were made during the caucus.   He asked the brother-in-law what if any change had occurred in his position.  To everyone’s surprise , the brother-in-law stated,

 

“Whether or not the ‘pot de vin’ is given, I recognize that the widow of my elder brother is legal in her right to dispose of the land given to her by my brother.  The buyer is therefore held in my eyes to be the owner of the land he purchased, that is to say, he has the right to exploit it as he wishes, from this day.”

 

At these words, everyone acclaimed him with cries and applause, and as well the mediators were overcome with emotion and began crying.  The widow and her children were visibly overwhelmed with joy that showed on their faces.

 

The widow now stated:  “I thank my brother-in-law for this declaration and I thank mediation which has helped us resolve this matter.  From my side I accept with open heart  this offer of the ‘pot de vin’.

 

The elder son then took the floor:   “I thank my uncle for his declaration.  And I feel the need to forgive my aunt, his wife, who beat me when I recently came to share a meal with my cousins on the day I was invited  to their home  to collect  500 francs (US $0.50) to pay for my school fees.”

 

It is not unusual for uncles, older brothers, and other relatives to help children with their school fees.  This would have been a common occurrence for the family.  The fact that the aunt beat this child indicates the tension that existed in the family.

 

Numerous acclamations continued in the classroom, and the mediator eventually led the group to a closure.  He asked four persons to speak  about what they had witnessed.    In taking the floor, each of these persons hailed the miracle that they had witnessed, this turn from hostility to forgiveness.   They expressed their desire that the results of this mediation be perpetuated and that they be a model for the numerous cases of conflict still existing in the village.

 

Finally there were photos taken to be hung in the classroom where the event took place as a reminder to all how this affair was brought to a peaceful conclusion.  Two prayers were then made, one by a catholic and one by a Quaker pastor who was with the mediators, followed by a spontaneous yet somber song.

 



Jeanne and Phillipe (mediators in center)  widow and family on left,  brother-in-law and family, right.  Community members at rear.

 

The case going on in the other hall was near conclusion both lasting about 3 ½ hours.  There were events I had never seen in ten years of mediating many types of cases.  The mediators went beyond the things I had trained them to do.  What seemed unusual or strange to me, probably fit comfortably into the context of Burundian life.  I was proud of the work the two mediators did that day.   I think that there was  a lot of pressure to drive this case to a resolution which the Transformative model may not necessarily have been compelled to achieve.  Empowerment and  Recognition, two pillars of the Transformative process really and truly occurred.  The road that led to Empowerment and Recognition may not have been on the pure Transformative pathway.  Will mediation of any sort find its way into Burundian society?  I think that at least in this area, it will continue to be a new and useful method of resolving conflict.   Can it be applied to the more violent nature of people,  I don’t know yet.  There was violence in this case, the rape, but it was not acknowledged as the most important issue by the perpetrator or even the members of the family.  I can only judge by the reactions of the spectators, the members of the peace committee, and the disputants that it was a successful process that needs to be developed,  maintained and further evaluated.  The need to train more mediators is clear.  There are only twenty-five trained by our work.  It would be better to promote mediation to the level that all villages would have several trained individuals to work in dispute resolution.   There are traditional methods as well, but many of these have been forgotten or corrupted by the adoption of European law.  People are re-examining how they can bring justice to their populations and deciding how this can be achieved.  More work needs to be done, more mediations observed and studied before a reasonable conclusion can be drawn.

 

George Brose

Kettering, OH

September 1, 2008


In a recent communication with David Bucura the director of the African Great Lake Initiative, he informed me that there have now been approximately 3,000 community mediators trained and working in the countries of Rwanda, Burundi, the Eastern Congo, and Kenya.  Almost all of them are serving as volunteers in their communities.   The new mediators after getting a bit of experience became trainers themselves.  

George,    February, 2026


One further note before closing.   To more fully understand the level of violence that had been endemic in Burundi since independence in the early 1960's, on our way to the four day training we passed a memorial site where a group of Tutsi children and teachers had been put into a petrol station and the station set on fire.  This occurred just seven miles from where the mediation described above was held.   I won't go into details about that but if you wish to know more you can find the story on Google.   This is a picture of the memorial to that incident at the village of Kibimba.


Kibimba Memorial
Sign on right says "Never Again" in French
The gas station is on the left.



Saturday, February 14, 2026

V 1 N. 5 Giovanni's Story

 

On November 18, 2022 John Coyne wrote in Peace Corps Worldwide, an entry on his site talking about the give away books at his public library.  I was inspired to follow up with this piece.  

 

John,
I too forage for books on the give away rack in our library in Courtenay, British Columbia. Recently my Peace Corps experience came into play with those free books.  But to see the connection you will have to be patient and let me tell the lead in to acquiring a free book at my library.

In the Peace Corps I was stationed in Moshi, Tanzania at the base of Mt. Kilimanjaro in 1966-67 and often climbed the mountain with an aging Italian doctor Giovanni Balletto.  Dr. Balletto ran a small health clinic on the Marangu Road that led up to where most of the climbing expeditions started in those days.   During WWII along with many Italian civilians living in Ethiopia Dr. Balletto  had been interned in concentration camps around the British colonies in Africa.  His camp was at the base of Mt. Kenya in the town of Nanyuki.  During his almost six-year imprisonment,  Giovanni and two other inmates dreamed of freedom and climbing mountains.  They spent months preparing an escape from the camp to climb Mt. Kenya.  They had no route map of the mountain.  The only map they had was from a tin of bully beef  that had a picture of Mt. Kenya in its logo.  

                                                                The Meat Tin Label

They cold forged an old hammer into an ice axe.  From a running board on a car they fashioned crampons to walk more safely on ice.  Climbing ropes were woven from the netting in the bed frames that they slept on.  They hoarded food, and fabricated rucksacks.  I’m not sure what they did for warm clothing. They probably received packages from home via the International Red Cross.    When all was ready they escaped and went on the mountain for seventeen days.   I highlight that time frame, because it is almost unimaginable to go anywhere for seventeen days with only what you carry on your back.  Unable to reach the main peak they managed to climb to a secondary peak, Point Lenana, on the mountain and placed an Italian flag there, then not having anywhere to go, and totally worn out, they broke back into the camp and turned themselves in to the camp commandant.  When the story got back to Rome, they became war heroes.   As punishment they were sent to another camp where all the hard core fascists were being held, but Giovanni said the food was better there, because the fascists were screaming about their rights under the Geneva convention, so the British were treating everyone somewhat better.  After the war, Giovanni remained in Africa and settled in Tanganyika.  Years later one of the three climbers, Felice Bennuzi wrote a book about the adventure, No Picnic on Mt. Kenya which became a popular boys’ book in the Commonwealth and was an inspiration for the creation of the Outward Bound Schools.    Though heavily fictionalized, the story was made into a film The Ascent starring Ben Cross of Chariots of Fire fame.

                                                         


                                                 Giovanni in Medical School

During my time in Tanzania our friendship developed.  He took me climbing and literally showed me the ropes.  Dr. Balletto was very old school, so I didn’t learn much of the modern technical techniques.  He said, “If you can’t get up a pitch with more than a piton, a rope and a carabiner, you shouldn’t be climbing on it.  He showed me how to do an abseil on (descent or rappel) a rope without any hardware.  There’s a saying that you have to have leather balls to play rugby, the same goes for that kind of abseil. 

After I finished my term in the Peace Corps we continued to write, and I even sent an army buddy down to Tanzania who wanted to climb Kilimanjaro with an introduction to Dr. Balletto. 



Years later in 1972 I was planning a trip back to Tanzania to help a father from my hometown in Ohio to look for his son who had been lost and presumably had died on Kilimanjaro.    A few months later I received news that Dr. Balletto had committed suicide.  I knew he had suffered from depression for years after his wife had left him.  But I didn’t know the depths to where it had taken him.  I later learned that he had fathered a child with a local woman, and when he went to the bishop to get permission to marry her, he was refused, because his first wife had divorced him.  In those days there was no way around canonic law.

So when I did get back to Tanzania I took the opportunity to visit the mother of Giovanni’s child and little Giovanni who would use the name John as an adult.  She was kind enough to give me some of his photographic collection.  Below is a picture of the three of us.



Thirty-five years later in 2007, I had the opportunity to return again to the Kilimanjaro area and decided I would visit Giovanni’s gravesite.  I was writing a small travel blog for my family and friends.

Here is my entry from that blog:




                                                                          Sitting at Dr. Balletto's Grave


I walked out at 10am this morning after doing some errands in town, bus ticket to Dar, Swahili dictionary, library, etc. I had come out part way last night by taxi but didn't go far enough and so did not make it to the graveyard. This time when I asked directions my  version of 'cemetery'  
makbunini was slightly different from the local  makburini.



There were some gravediggers hard at work near the entrance and I asked them how well they knew the 'makburini' , and one right away knew where Dr. Balletto's grave was located. People seem to be buried chronologically, because there are few if any family plots. No wazungu (European) families are very prominent here. The grave had a white terrazo roman cross and stone plaque: Dott Giovanni Balletto 1906-1972.  He was 66 when he died. I knew him when he was 60 and I was 23. He seemed much older than that to me. There is a rectangular planter over the grave. The dirt in the center allows for planting of flowers. I cleaned out weeds as best I could but left undisturbed some straw flowers that come from the alpine zone of the mountain that some kind person must have planted. This man was important to me. He showed me patience and caring. He had lived a good adventure, but he was human with his depression. He seems to have found a way out of it with his lover and child, but the rules of Rome did not allow a marriage of this sort.

I wrote a note to his son, Giovanni and put it in a plastic box.

To Young Giovanni
If you visit your father's grave, someday, you may find this note. I was 23 when I met your father in 1966. He taught me many things about climbing, and about Kilimanjaro, and about his native land. He was a good man and good for Africa. I hope that you understand his greatness and that you can accept his choosing to leave you before he could teach you the things he taught to me when he was a happier man. George Brose


After writing the note to Giovanni, I walked through the cemetery some more and found the WW I graves of 88 Soldiers almost all from the South African Infantry. Black soldiers were buried beside the whites. March 19 and 21 , 1916 were particularly bad days for them as most of the deaths came on those two days. It was probably at the battle for Tanga on the coast. Why they were buried here (100 miles distant) is anybody's guess. I will have to confirm those dates.    * see additional info on this below


From those three paragraphs, I received  a number of queries about what I had written. One of the questioners was an Italian writer Roberto Bui who publishes books in consortium with two other writers. Their nom de plume is Wu Ming.  I never saw one of their books until a few days ago in the free rack at the library and grabbed it. The title is  “Altai”.  It takes place in 16th century Venice and Istanbul.  It is a wonderful story of the politics of the eastern Mediterranean in those days, clash and cooperation of faiths, the intrigues, the changing of sides to survive for the Sephardim recently expelled from Spain, the influence of all these faiths and cultures that is no less complex today. 

Wu Ming was interested in the Mt. Kenya adventure and asked for any details I could provide.  I also received a request for similar material from the former Australian ambassador to Italy.  He too was researching the story.  He did finally publish a book about the adventure, but to my understanding it has not yet been translated into English.

But the most interesting letter came from an Argentinian law student, Juan Pablo Bassi, who confided that Dr. Balletto  had been his grandmother’s lover in Italy in the 1930’s, and that they had climbed together in the Dolomites in Italy.  He sent along pictures as proof.  He related that his grandmother had told him many tales of climbing in Italy.  She was still alive but now dementia had set in,  and she could no longer tell the stories.  In gratitude I sent him a Spanish translation of “No Picnic on Mt. Kenya”.   His family now runs a touring business in Argentina if you ever want to go to the Andes or explore Patagonia.

Italian version of No Picnic on Kenya


     Photos of Giovanni and Leila in Italy 1930's provided by Leila's grandson in Argentina


And so that is my story of how the free books at the library have brought me full circle back to my days in the Peace Corps and the wonderful story of Giovanni Balletto.

In the past year, 2025, I learned that Giovanni's son, then using the English version of his name  'John' has died.  He had run a successful safari business out of the town of Arusha in northern Tanzania.

           The Three Italian Climbers with two of their prison guards; Giovanni on the left


Below are some of the pictures taken by Dr. Balletto on Mt. Kilimanjaro.  He had a small darkroom in his camper and did the developing and enlargements in the shower stall.  He used a Roliflex camera.  





                                    Southwest side of Kibo taken on the Umbwe Route
                                          Today these glaciers are no longer there




Setting up camp just below summit at 5,800 meters
Dr. Balletto's notes in Italian




Giant Groundsel forest at lower heights about 10,000 feet.
Volcanic plug or lava tower in background on west end of mountain




Mawenzi the lesser peak 16,840 feet on east side of the mountain



Plane crash site on south side of Mawenzi
On May 18, 1955 an East African Airways DC 3 failed to clear the mountain.
All twenty people on board perished.
Just below the arrow you may be able to make out a propeller.

Giovanni Balletto from Mawenzi looking across the saddle to Kibo (1967?)



The following is a letter I received from Dr. Balletto in 1967 when I was working at the Outward Bound Mountain School of East Africa.  He was planning a trip over to the north side of the mountain to visit our  school.






Below is a transcription and analysis of the letter by an AI source,  Gemini on Google

This is a remarkable piece of mountaineering history. Dr. Giovanni Balletto’s role in the 1943 escape and ascent of Mount Kenya is legendary, and this letter captures that same enduring passion for the peaks.

The handwriting is a stylized cursive, and while a few specific local place names or Swahili-derived terms are slightly ambiguous, the intent is clear. Here is the transcription of both pages.


Transcription: Letter from Giovanni Balletto (1967)

Page 1

Himo [Top right, partially obscured] 27/6/67

Dear George,

Thank you for your letter of June the 9th and congratulations for your Toweri climb. I shall return the equipment and the Toweri hut book at the next club meeting.

I have decided to accept your kind invitation for the Loitokitok and I shall be at Loitokitok on Thursday the 6th sometimes in the evening. I’ll bring my own camp bed in case you cannot spare one. I would like to go as far as the Tarn so that we could leave on Friday morning and I have with me all my food for the mountain trip. Perhaps if you ask the Singh you could get a porter for me — just one.

Also I should be back from the mountain on Sunday afternoon early in order to be at my place in the evening.


Page 2 (Reverse & Aerogramme)

[Top Section - Address Details]

  • To: Mr. George Brose, c/o Outward Bound Mountain School, P.O. Loitokitok, (KENYA)

  • From: Dr. G. M. Balletto, P.O. Box 1512, Himo, Moshi, Tanzania.

[Lower Section - Letter Continuation]

So see you soon —

Yours, Giovanni Balletto

P.S. The Toweri Hut Book is most valuable because it contains the only record of Toweri via the East wall first climbed in 1965.


Contextual Notes

  • Toweri: Refers to Mawenzi (often spelled Mawentzi or Toweri in older records), the second-highest peak of Kilimanjaro.

  • Loitokitok: The location of the Outward Bound Mountain School in Kenya, a famous starting point for Kilimanjaro expeditions.

  • The Singh: Likely a reference to a specific local contact or organizer at the school or a nearby depot.

  • The East Wall: Balletto’s postscript highlights his meticulous nature as a climber, recognizing the historical importance of documenting new routes.

It’s incredible to see him still so active in the climbing community more than 20 years after his famous POW escape. 



                                          Above:  A letter from Dr. Balletto dated Feb. 2, 1968



John Balletto, Dr. Balletto's son
1972-2025)





Below is an Amazon description of the book Point Lenana about the adventure recently published in Italy not yet translated.  Don't ask me what Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers are doing on the cover.  Study Italian and buy the book.



Point Lenana Paperback – March 1, 2016


One African night in 1943, while war was raging around the world, three Italians escaped from a prison camp and
 climbed Mount Kenya with makeshift means. Seventeen days of freedom, recklessness and hunger that bites, and 
then returns to the English jailers. One of them, Felice Benuzzi, will tell the story in a book, or rather, in two. And 
already here lies a mystery. Who is Felice? Who are his fellow escapers? What did they do before the war, and what 
will they do after? It is impossible to tell it without following the trail of many existences, passing from Habsburg Trieste to Mussolini's Rome, from the Cyrenaica of the guerrilla Omar Al-Mukhtar to the Dolomites of the sad rock climber Emilio Comici, 
from the Ethiopia of the ugly General Graziani to Nairobi where the Duke of Aosta died, from the forests of the 
Mau Mau revolt to the Berlin of the Cold War. To finally arrive at 2010, the year in which Roberto Santachiara and 
Wu Ming 1 chase ghosts to the top of Mount Kenya. Point Lenana is the result of years of travel, interviews and 
archival research. It is an investigation-novel, an epic poem in the form of an essay, a foray into the twentieth century 
rendered with an indefinable and confident, often moving, sometimes cruel writing.


Cool story about Dr. Balleto, George.  I've enjoyed your posts this week, particularly your adventures in Africa.  Regarding the South African soldiers you found buried in the cemetery, they were likely casualties from the battle with German General Paul von Lettow-Vorbeck's Schuztruppen in the Latema-Reata Hills on the German East Africa border with British East Africa March 11-12, 1916.  Although the British Empire forces compelled the retreat of the German-led native Askari troops, they suffered 270 killed compared to 70 for the Germans. The Battle of Tanga was fought at the German East African port city on November 2, 1914.  It was the first major battle of the campaign in East Africa in World War I.  A force of 1,000 German troops repulsed a British landing force of about 9,000 British, Indian and Gurkha troops.  The battle cost the British 360 killed and 487 wounded and the Schutztruppe lost 16 German and 55 Askaris killed and 76 total wounded.  "African Kaiser, General Paul von Lettow-Vorbeck and The Great War in Africa, 1914-1918" by Robert Gaudi is a good read. Von Lettow was an interesting cat.  He led a force of about 3,000 Germans and 12,000 Askaris in a guerilla war that tied down up to half a million Allied soldiers in Africa for four years. He survived WWI, the turmoil of the interwar years in Germany, the Third Reich and WWII.  Von Lettow returned to Dar es Salaam in Tanganika (Tanzania) in 1953 where he was enthusiastically greeted by hundreds of his former Askari troopers.  He successfully lobbied the West German government to pay these former German soldiers their back pay and retirement benefits.  Jim Mosher

Jim,
Thanks for the additional information on those military operations in East Africa during WWI.   Von Lettow Vorbeck 
never actually surrendered to the British.  He ceased operations when he got news of the Armistice on Nov. 11.   He 
had led the Brits on a merry chase all the way into what is now Zambia (Northern Rhodesia at the time.)  I hadn't known
about his getting pensions for his troops.  I do remember a lot of the old veterans still had their German trench coats 
and a lot of them worked as night watchmen when I lived in Tanzania in 1965.  They knew a few words of German still.
of them worked as night watchmen when I lived in Tanzania in 1965.  They could still speak a few words of German.

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