Khartoum, Sudan
July 11, 2009.
I slept like a woodpecker and I feel good this morning. What was,
a virus? Or maybe just tired? It may be that is coming
a bit 'to the limit, in fact. What is certain is that I played on Friday
in bed all day, or almost, well, it means that I rested.
I'm not going to work on how I made last night, but the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing bored all day
pushed me to get up and then gradually
I saw that I was better. At breakfast I was greeted like a revived.
While I slept soundly last night has finally rained.
little stuff mind you, but torrential tropical rains;
of twenty minutes between the yes and no. People here are excited and satisfied, the temperature dropped significantly
but, alas, also increased significantly
moisture: and in the evening as they return the land
heat the temperature has been rising. In both urban and especially in Mayo
pools of water everywhere, the earth seems really
unable to absorb anything. To get to Mayo
the driver had to make detours to avoid the puddles and potholes more money
full of mud and it rained little. I can easily believe what I say
of the rainy season, when it rains for days. A Mayo
at that point you get abandoning the car and taking an ass, and sometimes
nenanche so and the hospital remains closed.
At the clinic there were only thirty mothers, because of the time, the work is
then spun away quietly without confusion. I was in
ward to keep an eye on more complex cases, dehydration, a couple of
pneumonia, thank God, nothing special, except for a couple of children who
struck me. One was a lattantino a month full of sores:
had to be a seborrheic dermatitis, at first, then
was infected: and then a child of a dozen years with at least a dozen
abscess under the scalp. At this I did take a HIV test
, fortunately negative, and basic tests that are good. How the hell did
to fall that way? I have in mind a
Mycobacterium tuberculosis atypical, but I have no way to be sure.
As I puzzled it turned out it had already seen
dermatological hospital but her mother there was no come back: we are
closer. I returned there, begging rtornare
with a few letters of resignation, but I doubt it will ever succeed.
When we arrived and we opened the clinic, the first room
entering a sort of hall where you put the mothers waiting
when it gets too hot, was in unspeakable conditions. Between
wind that had brought in the sand, the water had seeped under the door,
was a mixture of mud and clay that was scary. I have
cleaner and set to work shortly after it was all right. But when we finished
triage and mothers came I was struck by
see them take off their slippers and go barefoot. At first I did not understand and
I was going to tell them that you put his shoes on, but then I realized: the
made out of respect, not dirty. In fact it went.
I believe I have already said that children are brought to visit
clean as the big occasions and the best clothes:
today there were two brothers who had a show. You, on the six years, with a
vestistino blue and white veil as a great woman: he, on 5,
with a double-breasted pinstripe suit and white shirt: but barefoot, with an overall effect
really funny. The kid has had some difficulty climbing
slide in double
but behaved with great dignity, I made several photo.
I spent the rest of the morning working on the final version
some projects for nutrition at Mayo I want Gina
leave before leaving: I will have no way of knowing of course, before my departure
a virus? Or maybe just tired? It may be that is coming
a bit 'to the limit, in fact. What is certain is that I played on Friday
in bed all day, or almost, well, it means that I rested.
I'm not going to work on how I made last night, but the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing bored all day
pushed me to get up and then gradually
I saw that I was better. At breakfast I was greeted like a revived.
While I slept soundly last night has finally rained.
little stuff mind you, but torrential tropical rains;
of twenty minutes between the yes and no. People here are excited and satisfied, the temperature dropped significantly
but, alas, also increased significantly
moisture: and in the evening as they return the land
heat the temperature has been rising. In both urban and especially in Mayo
pools of water everywhere, the earth seems really
unable to absorb anything. To get to Mayo
the driver had to make detours to avoid the puddles and potholes more money
full of mud and it rained little. I can easily believe what I say
of the rainy season, when it rains for days. A Mayo
at that point you get abandoning the car and taking an ass, and sometimes
nenanche so and the hospital remains closed.
At the clinic there were only thirty mothers, because of the time, the work is
then spun away quietly without confusion. I was in
ward to keep an eye on more complex cases, dehydration, a couple of
pneumonia, thank God, nothing special, except for a couple of children who
struck me. One was a lattantino a month full of sores:
had to be a seborrheic dermatitis, at first, then
was infected: and then a child of a dozen years with at least a dozen
abscess under the scalp. At this I did take a HIV test
, fortunately negative, and basic tests that are good. How the hell did
to fall that way? I have in mind a
Mycobacterium tuberculosis atypical, but I have no way to be sure.
As I puzzled it turned out it had already seen
dermatological hospital but her mother there was no come back: we are
closer. I returned there, begging rtornare
with a few letters of resignation, but I doubt it will ever succeed.
When we arrived and we opened the clinic, the first room
entering a sort of hall where you put the mothers waiting
when it gets too hot, was in unspeakable conditions. Between
wind that had brought in the sand, the water had seeped under the door,
was a mixture of mud and clay that was scary. I have
cleaner and set to work shortly after it was all right. But when we finished
triage and mothers came I was struck by
see them take off their slippers and go barefoot. At first I did not understand and
I was going to tell them that you put his shoes on, but then I realized: the
made out of respect, not dirty. In fact it went.
I believe I have already said that children are brought to visit
clean as the big occasions and the best clothes:
today there were two brothers who had a show. You, on the six years, with a
vestistino blue and white veil as a great woman: he, on 5,
with a double-breasted pinstripe suit and white shirt: but barefoot, with an overall effect
really funny. The kid has had some difficulty climbing
slide in double
but behaved with great dignity, I made several photo.
I spent the rest of the morning working on the final version
some projects for nutrition at Mayo I want Gina
leave before leaving: I will have no way of knowing of course, before my departure
, if effective, but if you decide to say "yes there will still be
a track to start. I'm working from the beginning of the mission, but
now is the time to finally put down in black and white.
the way back, as agreed, Fatma has asked me to come to his house
to revisit her child and to make a movie from Italy bringing
and show it to my friend Marco Armellini. To me there is slight damage, and
I wish he would give me his opinion. The girl is lovely and I met the husband of Fatma
, much more her senior or at least that appears
: and his father, a man still young-looking
terribly hard. I can imagine the life that they do to that poor girl.
The day is spun off fast, clean dust-free as the air that we
today after the water has washed. The day after tomorrow we are moving,
inshallah.
now is the time to finally put down in black and white.
the way back, as agreed, Fatma has asked me to come to his house
to revisit her child and to make a movie from Italy bringing
and show it to my friend Marco Armellini. To me there is slight damage, and
I wish he would give me his opinion. The girl is lovely and I met the husband of Fatma
, much more her senior or at least that appears
: and his father, a man still young-looking
terribly hard. I can imagine the life that they do to that poor girl.
The day is spun off fast, clean dust-free as the air that we
today after the water has washed. The day after tomorrow we are moving,
inshallah.
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