Khartoum, Sudan
July 21, 2009.
are quite a bit upset, but the reason I tell you the end.
really full day, with no time to draw breath. It begins
soon as usual: wake up 6.30 and breakfast on the Nile, and now
I can make my coffee, I'm settling. But I'm tired
now, perhaps a sign of what will happen.
As we go to Mayo Antonella speaks to me at length about the problems we are facing
, and just as we are almost there with the ambulance incorciatore
Fatma Bashir directed to the board: already there
I would want to come back and put in indiero
bed because if the ambulance left at 8:03 minutes, cat breeding there.
When we arrive we are told that it was meningitis, now recognized as a risk
by nurses during triage and sent the runway just arrived
the ambulance with the rest of the staff: it starts well.
PC Connection, I'm in uniform, cap. I visit restless
28 children, many malnourished involving examinations, follow-up care.
too much nonsense for luck, and trivial things, but mix
the rest. Flutter with Teresa, who is the Sudanese
of our nurses, in the sense that it takes its time, speaks lentanente,
slowly gets up, goes to get the patients, while I'm shivering like a good
Kawaja. Well, maybe they are right. Or maybe not, because apart from me, the people are waiting
. To finish the twelve, and I'm working on my
final report, when it stops working the pc of the surgery. Shortly
evil, we have a backup right? No, I'm Antonio, I had
said it yesterday but we had no time. Swallow. Come on, bring the pc to
Soba, connect the hard to another PC, save more.
So is the video card, probably.
Here comes the mother of that child with hydrocephalus, the
terrible story I told yesterday: good and bad news. The brother
do the test, thanks to God is not, and this is good news. That is bad
the baby with hydrocephalus, was sick, he came
high fever. Led him to Khartoum, so we try to understand why you do not
noticed that he had anemia and why they have not worked when it was
time. The door Kharda, and what gives is the third news
bittersweet: they had sent by neurologists to make a
resonance and response, but my mother has never gone there.
thought that it was not necessary because the child had indeed a big head, but he was fine. And
feared that would have to pay (but no one had told it to him).
So if the news is less bitter on the one hand (nesun took advantage, no one has
monstrously neglected this child) is more for the other: this
mom COMESSA a terrible mistake, that you and your child will pay
the price of a lifetime. Who knows why he did it, I wonder
: Do not you understand? Have not explained? They did it hurt? Meanwhile
emergency on each other. There is a failure to water, the pump will not be
. We call Salaam, send us a plumber.
work without water is impossible, there are nearly 100 people out in the sun. The plumber arrives
Sudan, the water comes back, then he decides to fix the
pump, the hand remains in a tap, no more water, and perhaps as a final
. Ritelefono the poor Marco: Look here is red alert.
Without water, we end today, but tomorrow we're closed. Guido and Roberto
arrive, the surveyor: long consultations in the evening and the water comes back, thank God
We take the opportunity to see all the little problems that afflict us
technical and waiting for days to be repaired because the logistics
rightly focused on the houses. Meanwhile Marco
I called back to give me the news that upsets me and I said at the beginning
: birth Saturday night, a week before,
because there are no flights available for the right date.
three more days of work and nothing else.
If I said I was sorry I'd be lying: I'm tired, I want to return
. But I'm sbalestrato, I was slowly pulling from all this and so I will
even more confused.
Salaam I go back to a little morose, I'm going to try to repair the logistics
PC and there the wood: the hard disk is to be his own party,
data is lost.
When I say to Antonio almost fainted. Fortunately, looking good between
copies of his pen on the excel file which has lost weeks there:
are missing, but we can reconstruct the data in this paper
days. It 'clear that I stop just to visit and I'm interested in
these things and luckily I had almost made the final report!
Now I'm 8 and I'm stuck in the chamber by a sudden downpour and
deadly: I'm going to eat and then I'm going to redo the
final project on nutrition that is lost but I remember almost word for word
.
E 'already over ... incredible.
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