Khartoum, Sudan
July 6, 2009.
The days begin to fly towards the end.
want to go home, leaving the disappointment of others, sorry to leave this
these people and places, all mixed together. I'm thinkin 'a phrase
Romeo, with whom to discuss these things a month ago: It is not real life
this is a kind of vacation: a place where you find yourself enchanted
throw without compromise and do what you think right. Even if you
angry, although struggling to find your place. But you're so happy,
finally, to do something not just to chat, you feel good.
Yesterday I managed to find (finally) the Mayo clinic
on google maps: Salaam I had found the time. If you click on and then scored
Khartoum hospital, there is the most important
hospitals in the city. Look to Soba: The Salaam is nearby, on the Nile:
followed the river and see a white building, small, done in C. If you see
enlarged the gardens. Now look at Bashir Hospital
(which I mistakenly wrote I always Basheer: I tend to write Arabic
like English, seems to go hand written as pronounced, as
Italian). Move from the hospital in the maze of houses to the
down until you reach the desert that is the southern boundary of Mayo, the famous
wall that I just mentioned. Follow that wall to the South and West,
cautiously after a while you see a small white roof. If you zoom
see who is inside a walled square, with trees, you're there.
Of course, what it can not have an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat happens inside us
, the effort that you and the people who go there:
what I told you a little, and I've tried to make hundreds
photos and movies. I am a bad photographer, I know, but why do
photo I do not like: it was the revenge of history that I
hard to shoot and shoot, because then I know that if they ask me to talk about
this experience I will have them. Do not worry, I promise that I will not see nor
to friends or relatives, only on official occasions (if there will be
). I have in mind those Sundays when I was a terrible child
where "you saw the movie of the holidays": what a drag, never ended.
The boy I saw yesterday and went to take the exams at the Salaam
thankfully has a normal coagulation, but has something to
liver and high bilirubin. Ricontrollerò exams in a few days and then
send a second level, hoping that they do
before returning home to them, that's all I can do. Apart from him and some follow up
I had expected, especially malnourished children, I have had a field day
: since I had seen around the triage
that there were so many children, but nothing dramatic. The malnourished are our
nightmare these days: I personally distressing, with a feeling of helplessness
devastating. A couple of guys hurt and I breathed them
are brought in and managed ward at the end I concluded that there were two
pneumonia, with pulse oximetry and so good to be kept under antibiotic
at home and review them after a day or two. Then there was another
girl, Fatma view from two days ago,
interpreted as pneumonia and treated as such, but the fever is rising instead of falling, such as
cough, and returned to 40 °. What happened? Do not give medicines high?
But no, apparently serious people. Redo the tests are perfect: PCR negative, counts of white
normal, but a bad cough and some chest rantolino,
along with fever. Oxygen normal, thank God, I loved
macrolide and also I see her tomorrow. As a kid I see tomorrow at 3
sealed with a sudden fever, 40 as well him as happens in
surgery in Prato, they took the fever was just beginning.
A visit I found nothing, urine and malaria negative, however, the technical
watched the slide told me that there were a lot of neutrophils. The CBC
I had not asked because it seemed to me a fever too
... obviously a recent arrival in the bacterial form. For now head
the crease well, is shiny, has neither tonsillitis or pneumonia ... the stretch with
Ceftriazione, God pardon me, but here is not having the opportunity
"call me two hours to decide whether to send
ready to help "at nine o'clock tomorrow morning and wait for him. The funniest thing of
day, though not entirely pleasant, I have had a great
girl, has a decade. I was in a pharmacy (I will explain why
) when Kharda to request a consultation (it is often very small and so is
moltisismo learn, I encouraged her to continue
so) for a little girl with a strange picture of the palm hands and feet, hyperkeratosis
a resounding, which I have ever seen. Do you think a
mushroom, but I do not think so: an inverse psoriasis? But not flaky. Dehydrate
violent? I asked the opinion of the dermatologist (there is a
to bash), but the odd thing was when I entered the room. The girl
was sitting on the couch, her feet outside: I see, makes a jump
and begins to scream with all my breath. Note that I was not even approached me
He was terrified, never seen something like a little girl almost
adulthood. She was scared by the white man: for her
was pale as a ghost, a fictional horror film.
could not calm her down: her mother, with the usual kind of systems here, has
slapped and has taped over your mouth, before the stop, but
thing you could not get her at the end I done as
with young children, severe look straight in the eye and firm voice, now
enough, stop. Slowly calmed down. I asked to give her a bath
feet (there was also a lot of dust) and make me reconsider. When they brought in
ward looking at me with a fright that was piety, but not
screaming. In the end I also shook hands. I just wonder how many times here
mothers to be good children will say "now stop crying
else that is the white man and takes you away"!
I told you that I was in pharmacy. I should say, rather, in the room where we
drugs. Antonella has a lot of pressure for Idris
rightly fussy management of drugs, the affairs of the laboratory and nursing
: always know how many syringes
we have, how many syrups, etc., you are never short.
seems easier ... today I did a check and I must say that the Happy Hearts
Idris, spitting bitter, he had managed to keep its accounts in order (I could never
us). In order to control but I
buried in that room by counting tablets and syrup cans and putting them one by one
religiously in order, a job boring and long
from which they emerged rather exhausted. And to think I wanted
find the time to describe a couple of stories for meetings in schools
! That's a gap that will fill as soon as I sleep next to the hospital:
then will it be easy to fall in the department to collect material.
's enough for today: now a little relaxation. Tomorrow night party
Antonia, and I must tell you a story. Recall that Antonia is
cooking teacher, a resource for all of us: she relaxes by cooking and occasionally
shows churning out delicious dishes. The
regret much not only because of his sympathy (much) and great human depth
(it's really a person who has much, but much, to say)
but also for much more trivial issues. Among other things
sa bargain, something fundamental here. A few days ago we went along one evening to
Sushabi Suk (hope he writes it), a very old
market where they sell carpets, bowls, clothes and even coffee
, ammenicoli kitchen spices. While she was at death
jallabie and other gadgets I see a lovely, colorful earthenware objects
where burning incense. They ask me five pounds, give them
daughters, and she turns his eyes out: I had an offer and close on three
, I ruined the square. Needless
defend myself by saying that this is a few cents, is a matter of principle.
joke on this story a long time, and she still says she wants to go
buy one too, because he had never seen, but last night at dinner
tells me that tomorrow will not go to the market, now is tired. So
while he was watching the tv went by, I gave her a kiss on the cheek
, I wished him bon voyage and delivered the Cochin
indicted. I still have twenty days to return to a riprendernene
else (but three pounds!)
... obviously a recent arrival in the bacterial form. For now head
the crease well, is shiny, has neither tonsillitis or pneumonia ... the stretch with
Ceftriazione, God pardon me, but here is not having the opportunity
"call me two hours to decide whether to send
ready to help "at nine o'clock tomorrow morning and wait for him. The funniest thing of
day, though not entirely pleasant, I have had a great
girl, has a decade. I was in a pharmacy (I will explain why
) when Kharda to request a consultation (it is often very small and so is
moltisismo learn, I encouraged her to continue
so) for a little girl with a strange picture of the palm hands and feet, hyperkeratosis
a resounding, which I have ever seen. Do you think a
mushroom, but I do not think so: an inverse psoriasis? But not flaky. Dehydrate
violent? I asked the opinion of the dermatologist (there is a
to bash), but the odd thing was when I entered the room. The girl
was sitting on the couch, her feet outside: I see, makes a jump
and begins to scream with all my breath. Note that I was not even approached me
He was terrified, never seen something like a little girl almost
adulthood. She was scared by the white man: for her
was pale as a ghost, a fictional horror film.
could not calm her down: her mother, with the usual kind of systems here, has
slapped and has taped over your mouth, before the stop, but
thing you could not get her at the end I done as
with young children, severe look straight in the eye and firm voice, now
enough, stop. Slowly calmed down. I asked to give her a bath
feet (there was also a lot of dust) and make me reconsider. When they brought in
ward looking at me with a fright that was piety, but not
screaming. In the end I also shook hands. I just wonder how many times here
mothers to be good children will say "now stop crying
else that is the white man and takes you away"!
I told you that I was in pharmacy. I should say, rather, in the room where we
drugs. Antonella has a lot of pressure for Idris
rightly fussy management of drugs, the affairs of the laboratory and nursing
: always know how many syringes
we have, how many syrups, etc., you are never short.
seems easier ... today I did a check and I must say that the Happy Hearts
Idris, spitting bitter, he had managed to keep its accounts in order (I could never
us). In order to control but I
buried in that room by counting tablets and syrup cans and putting them one by one
religiously in order, a job boring and long
from which they emerged rather exhausted. And to think I wanted
find the time to describe a couple of stories for meetings in schools
! That's a gap that will fill as soon as I sleep next to the hospital:
then will it be easy to fall in the department to collect material.
's enough for today: now a little relaxation. Tomorrow night party
Antonia, and I must tell you a story. Recall that Antonia is
cooking teacher, a resource for all of us: she relaxes by cooking and occasionally
shows churning out delicious dishes. The
regret much not only because of his sympathy (much) and great human depth
(it's really a person who has much, but much, to say)
but also for much more trivial issues. Among other things
sa bargain, something fundamental here. A few days ago we went along one evening to
Sushabi Suk (hope he writes it), a very old
market where they sell carpets, bowls, clothes and even coffee
, ammenicoli kitchen spices. While she was at death
jallabie and other gadgets I see a lovely, colorful earthenware objects
where burning incense. They ask me five pounds, give them
daughters, and she turns his eyes out: I had an offer and close on three
, I ruined the square. Needless
defend myself by saying that this is a few cents, is a matter of principle.
joke on this story a long time, and she still says she wants to go
buy one too, because he had never seen, but last night at dinner
tells me that tomorrow will not go to the market, now is tired. So
while he was watching the tv went by, I gave her a kiss on the cheek
, I wished him bon voyage and delivered the Cochin
indicted. I still have twenty days to return to a riprendernene
else (but three pounds!)
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