First of all, a reminder of my contact info (if anyone has an urge to write a real letter or send any care packages – apparently air mail takes 3-4 weeks, surface mail 6-12 months)…
Laura Sauve
01 BP 1243
And my phone number is +226-76-12-61-61; we are 4 hours ahead of Eastern Daylight Time, 7 hours ahead of Pacific Daylight Time. There are some cheap phone cards available in
I just read a great book – “The Sex Lives of Cannibals: adrift in the Equatorial Pacific” (its actually a bit worrisome that I have already finished 2 of my 8 books and its only week 3!)… anyhow, this book is about an American couple who go and live in
Here in
There are very many beggar children. More than I’ve seen anywhere else before; I guess this shouldn’t be a surprise in the 3rd poorest country in the world and I’ve mostly spent time in “middle-income” countries. I can’t walk 10m without being accosted by another one. Some are so thin, so dirty, so hungry. It breaks my heart. But if you give anything to one, you get absolutely hounded for more. And the money may not go to their own food but to a grown-up’s pocket anyhow.
I am hoping that once we get working, we will meet our colleagues in the hospitals and in the other NGOs. Getting to know people and working should help us start to feel more established. It will also help my conscience to start doing something to help the children of
I’ve acquired a funny friendship with one of the boys in town. Mohammed sells postcards to tourists; on different days, he’s told me he’s saving for school fees, bike repairs and soccer shoes. It doesn’t matter where I am downtown, Mohammed tracks me down. Sometimes he unfortunately brings with him a crowd of bigger teenagers, which I hate. But since the other day after his friends were harassing us and I finally swore at them and told them to take off – including Mohammed – he’s been less intrusive and has kept the bigger kids away. He came with me to the market yesterday and “helped” me find things (though it was easier on my own) and then we went to the toubab market to get a few things, and he flagged down a taxi for me. In fact, having a friend like that to help find things and to practice Djula with may be helpful down the road. I’ve already got quite a few of his postcards.
I mentioned in my last entry that my aunt was very ill; she passed away on Friday. Please remember my dad & his family in your prayers as they pass through this difficult time.
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