I am a very old friend of Dr Berhanou Abebe. I read your tribute to his passing of life and have appreciated its content.
Even if I am not part of his family, we have always considered ourselves as real brothers since 1945 (1935 e.c.) when I joined the Catholic Mission at the age of eight. We then went together to the Alliance Française and the Lycée. We have always stayed in touch, except for the period of the Derg. His mother and mine were friends and he has always taken care of my mother as a son and she feels now that she lost a son.
Whenever I had a problem, Berhanou was the first person to whom I would talk it over to have his precious advise. So, it is ounce again on his advise that I went to Ethiopia with my wife from last May 28 to June 11 to see my mother but also to see him. This has been the case each time I went to my mother land. He proposed to pick us at the airport at 6:50 in the morning and I had to insist so we could wait until the afternoon to see each other. Naturally, he came to our hotel to fetch us and take us to his house at the Piaza. He would stop any activity, God knows he had a lot on his agenda, if I happened to call him for any insignifiant subject. When I learned his death, I felt I lost my legs.
I appreciate all the projects you are planning to put on foot to perpetuate Dr Berhanou's memory and wish to be informed on their developments. I am most willing to bring testimonies about my big brother. I still hear his voice telling me stories in a restaurant in Paris in June 2007 where I went to see him.
With best regards,