Khartoum, Sudan
July 15, 2009., Saint Henrik.
moved two days, basically because of the environment and
the organization of the new environment. In practice, changing lifestyles,
ways of relating, ways of making group, traditions and customs. E '
interesting to notice how a group of women men and forced to live
establish the rites, practices that serve to live
without major conflicts. And these traditions have been completely distorted
with new houses thirty adults had
reinvent everything from scratch. Groups were dissolved and others have reformed, and ritual
5 of watermelon are personally passed to the smoke of his pipe
the Nile.
As I said, the place is beautiful, and I plan to spend Friday in
photograph and film: just to make a complete report, never admitted
someone is interested in seeing it. I am organizing photos and videos in different chapters
because I imagine that, depending on the occasion,
will be different things to show: children rather than
Mayo Hospital, Khartoum rather than the faces of international
service with me.
The impression of everyone, after much discussion, doubts and fears, is that the
place is fantastic: I have not heard anyone, not even the most dubious
tarsloco before, that he was not happy. The Serbs have quietly
almost grabbed the roof of the cafeteria, a small terrace where they can be
6 people, and always eat there regardless of
time. We're usually under the covered terrace overlooking the river
: you could spend hours looking at the current chat,
that is swelling every day since the rains started:
seems that when you arrive safely in the middle of the terrace.
course, as always in a move is still much to be done. The logisticians,
poor boys have their eyes out and I'm really under pressure
: the rain drips in the dining hall and a bedroom,
this morning there was no water, and so on. I must say that we are very
understanding, and thank them there, which is not enough to make them trot
less. The most comprehensive of all was Antonio, the last
Sobanella: the evening of the room while I feel a little voice call
'dismay, I (was my neighbor) was not his suitcase
and conditioner instead of the wires were disconnected. It was ten
evening and she was quite puzzled. In truth, the room had changed
but the news had not arrived. The trouble is that the poor
has a certain amount of luck, because the room where the ceiling drips
is precisely its (the new one). Despite this I did not hear screaming,
which showed a good self control and understanding of the troubles of
logisticians on the verge of sainthood.
The drive from here in Mayo is more or less equivalent to
old, just do it on the ambulance cot or on the comfortable seat
of even the old pick-up is something else.
rains of these nights (last night the wind was so strong that I woke
) threw down the temperature to the 30, but with a much higher humidity
. The side effect, apart from the mosquitoes that
are raising their heads, is a sickening smell that comes from a Mayo
garbage from the cemetery and I think that people who live there and shake my head
. The curtains of the huts are in pieces, who is not going to work
the organization of the new environment. In practice, changing lifestyles,
ways of relating, ways of making group, traditions and customs. E '
interesting to notice how a group of women men and forced to live
establish the rites, practices that serve to live
without major conflicts. And these traditions have been completely distorted
with new houses thirty adults had
reinvent everything from scratch. Groups were dissolved and others have reformed, and ritual
5 of watermelon are personally passed to the smoke of his pipe
the Nile.
As I said, the place is beautiful, and I plan to spend Friday in
photograph and film: just to make a complete report, never admitted
someone is interested in seeing it. I am organizing photos and videos in different chapters
because I imagine that, depending on the occasion,
will be different things to show: children rather than
Mayo Hospital, Khartoum rather than the faces of international
service with me.
The impression of everyone, after much discussion, doubts and fears, is that the
place is fantastic: I have not heard anyone, not even the most dubious
tarsloco before, that he was not happy. The Serbs have quietly
almost grabbed the roof of the cafeteria, a small terrace where they can be
6 people, and always eat there regardless of
time. We're usually under the covered terrace overlooking the river
: you could spend hours looking at the current chat,
that is swelling every day since the rains started:
seems that when you arrive safely in the middle of the terrace.
course, as always in a move is still much to be done. The logisticians,
poor boys have their eyes out and I'm really under pressure
: the rain drips in the dining hall and a bedroom,
this morning there was no water, and so on. I must say that we are very
understanding, and thank them there, which is not enough to make them trot
less. The most comprehensive of all was Antonio, the last
Sobanella: the evening of the room while I feel a little voice call
'dismay, I (was my neighbor) was not his suitcase
and conditioner instead of the wires were disconnected. It was ten
evening and she was quite puzzled. In truth, the room had changed
but the news had not arrived. The trouble is that the poor
has a certain amount of luck, because the room where the ceiling drips
is precisely its (the new one). Despite this I did not hear screaming,
which showed a good self control and understanding of the troubles of
logisticians on the verge of sainthood.
The drive from here in Mayo is more or less equivalent to
old, just do it on the ambulance cot or on the comfortable seat
of even the old pick-up is something else.
rains of these nights (last night the wind was so strong that I woke
) threw down the temperature to the 30, but with a much higher humidity
. The side effect, apart from the mosquitoes that
are raising their heads, is a sickening smell that comes from a Mayo
garbage from the cemetery and I think that people who live there and shake my head
. The curtains of the huts are in pieces, who is not going to work
under the water when it rains the night, the morning after we
few visits because who can stay at home to repair the damage.
Children who bring us still have stessepatologie ever,
respiratory infections and diarrhea, and the rest of the wave aspect nonmi true
malaria November 1. These are the data that I pulled out
old logs, and I think this is related to the habit of sleeping outdoors
until you can. But when the cold people sleep together is easier
infection. At least that's my theory.
On days like today, with fewer children and less confusion and problems
we have more possibilities to consider: I have completed the examination
of nursing procedures, and duties of each of the staff,
and will submit them to the meeting tomorrow. I think we share the "who does what
", and how it does, we all need, doctors, nurses and pharmacists,
to work better, but not to control each other to keep under control
themselves.
Returning to climate Soba yet almost no one wants to do
detour into town and we are here despite the common room with TV
still not ready. We chat, we exchange views.
The other day, on 13, I bought some sweets to the dates, just a joke,
Enrico Caputo, cardiac surgeon, because of St. Henry. On
calendar is 13 but I still celebrate my name day,
in splendid isolation, 15, as it was when I was a kid before I move the
saint. When I arrived here in the evening (it was the evening of
removal) I realized that I had left to Mayo, so I am being
the shacks opposite the hospital, which I believe I have spoken and
selling a little bit of everything relatives of patients as it happens in front
each hospital. I bought a box of toffee
that had been there for twenty years to judge dla dust and I gave those
Henry: so last night at dinner I pulled out the sweets to
dates that I had taken to Mayo and I gave them to logistics as a thank you.
They appreciated the thought, and a little more because the cakes were
hard as rocks. Maybe you will also be good as I had said, but
these must have been made with cement!
Now I had a shower, I'm going to eat (alas, the kitchen remained
standards Ryad) and I will get to chat with his pipe in his hand. Maybe
Isa and the kids still feel before going to sleep, who knows.
accept bets that will not remember my name day, as
tradition so I do a little 'and the victim
reproach him in critical moments (like when I forget anniversaries of controls).
Tomorrow is Thursday for luck began to be just tired.
On days like today, with fewer children and less confusion and problems
we have more possibilities to consider: I have completed the examination
of nursing procedures, and duties of each of the staff,
and will submit them to the meeting tomorrow. I think we share the "who does what
", and how it does, we all need, doctors, nurses and pharmacists,
to work better, but not to control each other to keep under control
themselves.
Returning to climate Soba yet almost no one wants to do
detour into town and we are here despite the common room with TV
still not ready. We chat, we exchange views.
The other day, on 13, I bought some sweets to the dates, just a joke,
Enrico Caputo, cardiac surgeon, because of St. Henry. On
calendar is 13 but I still celebrate my name day,
in splendid isolation, 15, as it was when I was a kid before I move the
saint. When I arrived here in the evening (it was the evening of
removal) I realized that I had left to Mayo, so I am being
the shacks opposite the hospital, which I believe I have spoken and
selling a little bit of everything relatives of patients as it happens in front
each hospital. I bought a box of toffee
that had been there for twenty years to judge dla dust and I gave those
Henry: so last night at dinner I pulled out the sweets to
dates that I had taken to Mayo and I gave them to logistics as a thank you.
They appreciated the thought, and a little more because the cakes were
hard as rocks. Maybe you will also be good as I had said, but
these must have been made with cement!
Now I had a shower, I'm going to eat (alas, the kitchen remained
standards Ryad) and I will get to chat with his pipe in his hand. Maybe
Isa and the kids still feel before going to sleep, who knows.
accept bets that will not remember my name day, as
tradition so I do a little 'and the victim
reproach him in critical moments (like when I forget anniversaries of controls).
Tomorrow is Thursday for luck began to be just tired.
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