The Suffering Heart
My last update was placed on this site by Amanda I had intending on writing this jornal entrie too but there was so many problems with the computers that day that both of these are quite delayed!
This jornal writing is from October 31, 2006
Today was a bad day. It seemed that everything that I put my hand to ended up messing up. Spending the day in Jinja from the computers to the market. To top it all off I found out that my visa was denied which leads to me crossing the border to renew it every three monthes. Quite an inconvenience and more of my budget that was unaccounted for. Im ready to go back to the island. My friend Robert connected with me in the afternoon and im so thankful to not spend the rest of the afternoon alone. Robert is sick though and my needing to run all over town still is not good for his already tired body. He has typoid. Everyone at home is sick which leads for a sort of sadness that hovers over the island. Illness here is not like the common flu, you never know the outcome and the common cold is usually not found but is replaced by the reality of something potentially serious. Poor Robert not only deals with my illness but my sadness and disapointmentment of a really bad day. Just when I thought the day couldnt get worse Robert's phone rings, its Joyce she is crying, her Aunt passed today, a single mother of five kids.
Joyce has been my closest friend during my time here on the islands. She teaches history at the secondary school. The school has only been open for the year and is the primary reason she has moved to the island. She had heard of the position through Robert. Robert has come to know there family well over the years first befriending her sister. Joyce's sister passed two years ago unexpectantly. Last year her Grandfather died and now this. Joyce has already been worried as her younger sister has been ill now for some months. Upon my return home I drop my things and go to check on Joyce. Her room is filled with people coming to comfort her. Joyce holds a mask on her face. Im fine she replys as I ask her how she is... but really how are you she says... Some moments later she excuses her self. I can hear Joyce crying outside her home, the kind of tears that only can come from your belly when you are unsure that the pain will ever leave.
In the past Joyce has been known to go into hyperventalating, crying with her heart being so overwelmed. Concerned for her state and the fact that she gets so upset that her breathing becomes strained I tell Joyce I will stay with her and go home to prepair for a night with my friend who needs me!
Walking with pillow in hand I pray that God be with me. In moments like these its hard to know what to do. Joyces food remains untouched (Robert says he heard she hasnt eaten all day). I grab the basin and water for her hands. She tries to refuse me but with a little persistance she washes her hands and takes the meal I hand her.
This small mud hut with a tin roof. Her single bed pushed against the wall with a matress behind it for Petra, a neighbor girl whose Mothers home is too small for al of her children. Joyce gladly shares her home with this young girl at night. I help her settle Petra in on the floor when we are greated by Justine with radio in hand. (Justine is a beautiful heavy set african she is much older than us and speaks very little english.) She too has decided to stay with Joyce. Another matress is squezed on the floor Petra balled up on the small mat in the corner. I am to share Joyces bed with her.
The lamp isenendosi convinto dell'utilità della missione in Iraq, ha fatto sapere di aver accolto le dimissioni del segretario alla difesa e ha annunciato che al posto di rumsfeld sarà presto nominato robert gates, ex capo della cia dal '91 al '93, già alle dipendenze di sei presidenti americani sia democratici che repubblicani (compreso il padre di bush), attuale direttore di un'importante università del texas." dunque, non so voi, ma io fra i rettori universitari conosco diciamo... 7... forse... una buona decina di massoni. ma in america la massoneria non esiste. nossignori, triangolo e compasso sono solo elementi decorativi delle banconote, previsti da ralph lauren. quindi, fidiamoci del nuovo inquilino del pentagono: anche se i militari volevano rumsfeld, anche se i cowboys resteranno in iraq a finire il lavoro, e sono in guerra, sono in guerra con troppa gente, oramai. intanto, il petrolio costa sempre più caro, di anna e della cecenia non si parla più, la finanziaria è una barzelletta da tremila spulciatine, per non perdere due voti al senato allarghiamo i termini per la presentazione dei documenti per il rimborso elettorale a due senatori in quota alla maggioranza, la regione campania ha una floridissima rete di ambasciate all'estero e a napoli non accade più nulla, o quasi. da bambina, quando volevo far vedere che sapevo fare le pulizie, infilavo tutto sotto al tappeto. credo sia uno degli sport preferiti dall'uomo.
B9 caro, di anna e della cecenia non si parla più, la finanziaria è una barzelletta da tremila spulciatine, per non perdere due voti al senato allarghiamo i termini per la presentazione dei documenti per il rimborso elettorale a due senatori in quota alla maggioranza, la regione campania ha una floridissima rete di ambasciate all'estero e a napoli non accade più nulla, o quasi. da bambina, quando volevo far vedere che sapevo fare le pulizie, infilavo tutto sotto al tappeto. credo sia uno degli sport preferiti dall'uomo.
My last update was placed on this site by Amanda I had intending on writing this jornal entrie too but there was so many problems with the computers that day that both of these are quite delayed!
This jornal writing is from October 31, 2006
Today was a bad day. It seemed that everything that I put my hand to ended up messing up. Spending the day in Jinja from the computers to the market. To top it all off I found out that my visa was denied which leads to me crossing the border to renew it every three monthes. Quite an inconvenience and more of my budget that was unaccounted for. Im ready to go back to the island. My friend Robert connected with me in the afternoon and im so thankful to not spend the rest of the afternoon alone. Robert is sick though and my needing to run all over town still is not good for his already tired body. He has typoid. Everyone at home is sick which leads for a sort of sadness that hovers over the island. Illness here is not like the common flu, you never know the outcome and the common cold is usually not found but is replaced by the reality of something potentially serious. Poor Robert not only deals with my illness but my sadness and disapointmentment of a really bad day. Just when I thought the day couldnt get worse Robert's phone rings, its Joyce she is crying, her Aunt passed today, a single mother of five kids.
Joyce has been my closest friend during my time here on the islands. She teaches history at the secondary school. The school has only been open for the year and is the primary reason she has moved to the island. She had heard of the position through Robert. Robert has come to know there family well over the years first befriending her sister. Joyce's sister passed two years ago unexpectantly. Last year her Grandfather died and now this. Joyce has already been worried as her younger sister has been ill now for some months. Upon my return home I drop my things and go to check on Joyce. Her room is filled with people coming to comfort her. Joyce holds a mask on her face. Im fine she replys as I ask her how she is... but really how are you she says... Some moments later she excuses her self. I can hear Joyce crying outside her home, the kind of tears that only can come from your belly when you are unsure that the pain will ever leave.
In the past Joyce has been known to go into hyperventalating, crying with her heart being so overwelmed. Concerned for her state and the fact that she gets so upset that her breathing becomes strained I tell Joyce I will stay with her and go home to prepair for a night with my friend who needs me!
Walking with pillow in hand I pray that God be with me. In moments like these its hard to know what to do. Joyces food remains untouched (Robert says he heard she hasnt eaten all day). I grab the basin and water for her hands. She tries to refuse me but with a little persistance she washes her hands and takes the meal I hand her.
This small mud hut with a tin roof. Her single bed pushed against the wall with a matress behind it for Petra, a neighbor girl whose Mothers home is too small for al of her children. Joyce gladly shares her home with this young girl at night. I help her settle Petra in on the floor when we are greated by Justine with radio in hand. (Justine is a beautiful heavy set african she is much older than us and speaks very little english.) She too has decided to stay with Joyce. Another matress is squezed on the floor Petra balled up on the small mat in the corner. I am to share Joyces bed with her.
The lamp isenendosi convinto dell'utilità della missione in Iraq, ha fatto sapere di aver accolto le dimissioni del segretario alla difesa e ha annunciato che al posto di rumsfeld sarà presto nominato robert gates, ex capo della cia dal '91 al '93, già alle dipendenze di sei presidenti americani sia democratici che repubblicani (compreso il padre di bush), attuale direttore di un'importante università del texas." dunque, non so voi, ma io fra i rettori universitari conosco diciamo... 7... forse... una buona decina di massoni. ma in america la massoneria non esiste. nossignori, triangolo e compasso sono solo elementi decorativi delle banconote, previsti da ralph lauren. quindi, fidiamoci del nuovo inquilino del pentagono: anche se i militari volevano rumsfeld, anche se i cowboys resteranno in iraq a finire il lavoro, e sono in guerra, sono in guerra con troppa gente, oramai. intanto, il petrolio costa sempre più caro, di anna e della cecenia non si parla più, la finanziaria è una barzelletta da tremila spulciatine, per non perdere due voti al senato allarghiamo i termini per la presentazione dei documenti per il rimborso elettorale a due senatori in quota alla maggioranza, la regione campania ha una floridissima rete di ambasciate all'estero e a napoli non accade più nulla, o quasi. da bambina, quando volevo far vedere che sapevo fare le pulizie, infilavo tutto sotto al tappeto. credo sia uno degli sport preferiti dall'uomo.
B9 caro, di anna e della cecenia non si parla più, la finanziaria è una barzelletta da tremila spulciatine, per non perdere due voti al senato allarghiamo i termini per la presentazione dei documenti per il rimborso elettorale a due senatori in quota alla maggioranza, la regione campania ha una floridissima rete di ambasciate all'estero e a napoli non accade più nulla, o quasi. da bambina, quando volevo far vedere che sapevo fare le pulizie, infilavo tutto sotto al tappeto. credo sia uno degli sport preferiti dall'uomo.
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