Khartoum, Sudan
July 4, 2009.
Then one, with the head of confused a lot of information, look at objects, which are indeed numerous. One of the statues and objects of everyday life struck me: a bed. A wooden bed built with the same sadistic technique of my-three horizontal bars with a stick in the right places during the night-with a network of ropes above. Then tell that you do it on purpose I made even a photo.
The best thing however is out of this structure in the garden, where they rebuilt three temples dismantled and put back together inside the hangar to protect it from the elements: frankly a beautiful complex, very documented, and that makes the museum include: I have not visited Cairo, but in Turin is the largest European museum and artifacts I had seen even more beautiful than these.
What a pity, in retrospect, could not go to Meroe! I have got too hot in a season.
leaving a small satisfaction: I ask the ticket to change me 50 pounds, otherwise the taxi driver do I care with the remains, and I do it gently. The clerk asked me where I am. Italian? Work here? Yes, in an Italian hospital. What Soba? Yes I have heard that specializes in cardiac ... Yes, it's true. And I knew-here lowers his voice and looks at me straight in the eye-that they should be paid ... Yes, I answer, everything is free: medicine, shelter, examinations, surgery, everything in fact. And how is it possible? In Sudan we ask for this money to the people. He runs the bar and shakes my hand with tears in her eyes. I'm going
euphoric, although I certainly do not deserve my harvest. Step next to the gardens where people hiding under the trees to move the heat, and tell myself that maybe ... After dinner
moving moment: Alessandra Romeo and parties (they are in Mamoura) and we have done in Riyadh's a surprise: we all went, without warning, at the airport to greet them, and all made with the red shirt of Emergency ( so that someone, impressed, asked us what was going on). When I got off the bus and we saw tears in the rectum are lined with difficulty. Romeo has mumbled something about the great heart of Emergency and then he blew his nose, while Alessandra embraced all. We returned home after midnight, destroyed by heat and sleep, but those two they deserved it.
Very nice day, I said, at work. Start with a bang, I am in repartino with difficult cases, and in fact a wave of severely malnourished children, a row of skeletons that seemed to come out of a horror movie. There has been a real resurgence in recent weeks, and Fatma Kharda say he had never seen so many. Another, chubby seven-month anzichenò whistled like a train, a bad bronchiolitis: I put in the pulse oximeter to see how it goes and I think it was even pneumonia. Between these and a couple of children also dididratati squirting left and right that I looked like a juggler, while Teresa was the taking of blood. Now, these poor creatures have to look at Venini that rupture and blood in just enough to live: that a withdrawal is an affair of state that takes away a lot of time. Meanwhile, a couple were also dehydrated and had to give him to drink the oral solution of the WHO to malnourished children, but absolutely not in those malnourished. These poor creatures if you give them too much salt heart failure because they are accustomed to very few fluids and salts. It 's more or less what happened to the survivors of concentration camps, dying immediately when they gave him an IV to mangiare.Quindi absolutely nothing, not the solution but the normal RESOMAL, a different electrolyte solution that can be done in an appropriate dilution of the house' ORS and adding sugar. I showed you how Teresa and I had to see prepare it with the speed of a professional bartender. Meanwhile, the two doctors called me for a second opinion on difficult cases or murmurs, and is touched Basheer lead to a child just to complicate things, the mother asked us to go home to warn her husband because he had no mobile phone. He was severely malnourished and with a severe pneumonia, while the port we said yes, always hoping it becomes a 'habit. Thus, together with the Health Promoter, we tucked in, in an area so unlucky that the translation from Arabic sounds like "place of those who have not found a home", which says it all. Less worse than what I expected: homes, so if you want them call, not too tightly against each other, with some air in between. We walked in and behind the wall there was a small courtyard of 4-5 square meters out from the one room: Of course it was all made of mud walls and dung, without bricks. The roof consists of horizontal poles strung at the top of the walls that hold mats. In the court there were a couple of beds (in the sense of networks) for children who sleep outside and a hole in the ground, with pieces of blackened wood. While we waited I asked for lights to Safe, HP, and red pepper as explained to me that women there is a wood burning strong odors, accovacciandocisi above, before having sex: it seems that the scent is considered to be very exciting for her husband. Well educated in the mysteries of the past Sudanese Basheer, I've left the mother and child, and returned to the clinic where the worst of the confusion was waning. I took the opportunity to work with Antonio to a new form for each patient. It seems incredible, but we do not have a register of children who visit: we give them sheets of visits, but they deteriorate and then you can write one visit. This, unfortunately, we're in good company: the sheets of resignation from the hospitals are filled with sheets of notebook in hand (in Arabic plus), is fat if the package is headed. The only thing they (and we were able to take the hits) is a vaccination record, where there are growth charts: but even that did not last long.
The idea is to make our own card, which states the visits, exams, diagnosis and, above all in the computer store. So give them a card and an electronic board where the basic data report. It sounds easy: here there is no method of classification of western names. Each carries a proper name, then the father and the grandfather. I would, so to speak, not Enrico Solito, but Enrico Salvatore Angelo. Which, you know, create thousands of homonyms. Also because those names are 7:00 to 8:00 and you do not go farther. One could be saved with the date of birth, but that's nebula or almost all born at home, you register after marital status, and if you register, many are not reported, do not exist. So how is it done? With the serial number. Salaam to do so and it works: the child is given a number, which remains forever, in their dealings with us: your data is stored with that number, both on the card on the PC. To say it seems easy to do so we shall see. However, we are deciding what to put on the card, which store data, which are not ... a big job, and I also quickly because time is running out, I have not much time left.
After this, bevutomi and hot tea for lunch (with a sweaty sense of invigorating and stimulating recovery of tone) big staff meeting. Out of respect for the guards that must lie at the gate we carried out in the space allocated to expectant mothers in the shade, but do it at 3 in the afternoon, I assure you, it's stuff to kill a lizard, but now it's less hot.
was the last of the staff who will attend (so once a month), so I thanked him and said goodbye, then we addressed the concerns that have been born in recent weeks, the management of the pharmacy, the role of Idris, and various personal and relationship difficulties. I was very happy because I was worried about leaving Antony alone to manage these things have them addressed and hopefully resolved, before I leave I leave a lot quieter. Therefore, the watermelon was especially tasty.
Herefeverish preparations for the move on Friday. Is indeed a bit 'at all the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing present, and among the few, to an event that will make the history of the place "the day we left Riyadh." For better or for worse this house has seen hundreds of people in recent years has seen sweating (a lot) and pain (a little), laughing and joking, create friendships born of hard work together in an exciting project, as well as disappointment and despair . Farewell party for ever on the roof, get out to go to Tweety or Delicious, well-known stores nearby. Who will be the new will not know anything about this, and this creates a "old guard" that makes us feel more united.
not that you talk about the new houses, the canteen, the fact that mosquitoes massacre there (I still take Lariam, others do whatever you want). It seems to be that kids leave for camp, and each makes his preparations: Alfredo, the hospital manager, for the control of all that is organizing, distilling an information at a time when we tell you all good. What is certain is that the girls are worried because they do not know how to pack all purchases that have done: When you leave here leave clothes and old shoes, but now must take them back again ...
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