G’s Journal—day 7
I become attached to specific people I meet in the camps pretty easily, and I wonder if they feel the same. I like to think they do!
Today we went back to Djabal Camp, and it already felt familiar. I knew that I would, with no problem, again find Oumer and want to play futbol with him, even though it would be wise to quite while ahead and leave the area a winner. KTJ, Ali, Mohamed, and I beat Oumer and about 19 of his friends in a “friendly” game of futbol yesterday. It is so funny how, on the field, both KTJ and I are so competitive! We went all out to beat the other team. Ali was the perfect teammate. I only picked him because he was the closest to me, so I got lucky! He gives it all for his team, sliding and bumping his way to get the ball. That game was yesterday, but I just can’t help talking about futbol. It is such an addiction to play on the sand. Back home that means at the beach; out here it means in the middle of a refugee camp. On the field, it makes no difference!
I got to see Adef again today. He did not come out on yesterday’s video, but I did write about him in my journal; he’s the one that lost his four-year-old son to diarrhea while escaping Darfur. There is something about him that makes me feel comfortable and at home. He’s someone that could easily be a “regular” friend, a no cameras present friend, you know? We showed him and his family pictures from the day before, and they laughed a laugh that came from very deep inside of them. The whole family is really good at laughing. The twins start it off with some giggling that quickly becomes uncontrollable belly laughs. Guisma has to join, many times not knowing what her brothers are finding funny. The mom and dad are also great at laughing. The small baby is always to attach to the breast to bother with anything else. There is one exception to all of this. Their young boy is a serious little man. His look is one of disapproval and even annoyance regarding everything related to our visit.
Later on, we do find Oumer. More accurate to say would be, Oumer found us. It was a good day, and it had to end with futbol, of course. I should have quit while ahead. This time, Oumer and only seven of his friends beat the four of us plus Joshua. It was a good game; we gave them a good fight. The shot that beat us was just too good to stop. I’ll be back though, so Oumer better be ready.