When I first came to this camp, I never had any idea that I would dread this day.
These past few days have been grueling; little or no sleep, less food, extreme heat, the conditions here at our camp are elementary: we fetch our water and bathe with a bucket, no running water, the latrines are communal and just a hole in the ground! And have I mentioned the bugs? We are so accustomed to our plentiful and comfortable lives, The other day a French man who is an architect and works for UNHCR came up to me as I was filling my bucket for my bath and said to me: “Don’t you tiink that is to mosh waater for your liitel boti”? First I wanted to thank him for “liitel boti” to our standards my body is not little. No seriously I was embarrassed that I did not think how scarce and desirable water is in most parts of Africa and how most refugees here use that bucket a day for all the necessities for a family of 7 even up to 10 .I just can not stress with how little, these refugees live! And while some people debate on whether or not this is a genocide or other complicated politics, one thing is very simple; this situation is not HUMAN!
Again we were at the camp and again surrounded and mobbed we visited again all my new friends .We walked through the corridors and many would wave for us to come to their tent and visit with them, we encountered a group of older women who greeted us and one of them curtsied as she shook our hands and another motioned how her clothes were raggedy and had nothing else to wear. I’m telling you the stories; another woman told of how she escaped with her 7 children after her husband was killed and how they hid by day and ran by night with no food. She repeated over and over that she wanted to go home. As we went on I started to feel a bit dizzy and had a terrible headache and told Gabe that I was going to stay in the car. I think that I was also dreading the moment of having to say good-bye to Aljafis, Guisma, Hamara, Sumaya, Darsalam, Mansor, and every one we had met here and represent the 20,000 at this camp. It is so hard to leave all these friends in this horrendous place.Not knowing whether they will ever go home and if their present condition would deteriorate more.
I took a few minutes, to work up the courage and I came out smiling and taking pictures. It was one last reunion. I said goodbye, there were a few hugs with the kids and we were off.
I am sure you know how I was feeling at the time. Amor y Paz,Connie