Last night Stacey and I had a some moments of tension and adrenaline rush, combined with a little fear, even if it might have fabricated by our overly-active brains and tired bodies.
First there were black out that would come and go a few times. Then there was what sounded like a warning siren or alarm. Then we heard activity outside, on the front of the hotel. We decided to very quietly look outside our door, from the third floor. There were men walking hurriedly in different direction on the driveway that leads to the hotel. There were some soldiers with arms also around. The scene did not look right, especially since we had seen nothing like it at the hotel before. Stacey pulled me in to the room, saying that it did not feel safe out there. We, excitedly, started to talk and talk about what we should do–stay in the room, go downstairs, call the front desk? I said, “what would I ask, is there a military attack taking place?” I instead decided to look out again and this time bring a camera. There was still movement outside, but who knows what was going on. Then things began to calm down and go back to normal. It was probably some high ranking
official having dinner at the hotel, but it sure did wake us up!
What must Darfuri people go through when their homes are really attacked? What do children feel when they see their father being killed or their mother being raped? It is all so foreign for us, but it was just as foreign to them, when bombs started falling on their villages.
After our little made up incident, we got to shake it off by going back to writing and editing. The people I met at the camps last year, they had to shake the attack off by walking ten to twenty five days to make it to the border.
Well, it’s pretty late, so I’m going to try to sleep. Good night everyone.