sometimes there are days like that bring big changes. Sometimes there are those mornings that man does not know whether to have awakened you still dreaming. Sometimes it can be hard for morning coffee to surprise with unexpected news. Sometimes a few minutes after waking up you'll know that the world is a different place, because someone on him lacking. That I had one of the last Mondays in September. At morning coffee Bogus told me that he was dead, Margaret, who worked as an aid to our kampie. Not much I could not believe it went so quick to acknowledge that this is not terribly tasteless joke. I guess I surpassed the message and arrived much later to me.
Margaret, was shot Sunday night by her husband. She was just in the free and the free will never come back. Margaret was pregnant at the moment as it happened. Margaret was one of the first people with whom I established contact us here. She had crazy talent for languages, and she liked to learn new languages \u200b\u200bare taught her a few phrases. Margaret, whose life was probably as hard as most people here who can meet her at the time ended when everything seemed to be well arranged. A few days before she changed her hairstyle and failed terribly from this happy. A few days after it ran a soup kitchen was opened in Juba - the ground was so happy. I did not manage this too long to enjoy happiness. Margaret took me with him to the church about which I wrote a few entries earlier. And I'm at - almost forgot about it during the day. At first I could not believe it, then I felt sad, and then at the end of the remembered about it. This means that if they fell out with me on the head most of the day - do not know if it's a defense mechanism, or simple human callousness, but I did not expect that I have something in itself. Life in Africa is a much smaller value than in our cultures, but I so quickly to adapt.
Her husband shot her in the night, but the morning came to us, contrary to rumors on the subject - a husband, a soldier by the way he took her body and hid somewhere. Apparently at the top of Jebel - which dominates the Juba, after some time managed to establish where it is. That's all there was surreal. In addition, after a few days we hired a new person to kampie - Margaret, also. So, like state agree, but everything is somehow different. In such moments, I wonder how the most powerful influence on me is this place as a residence here and whether I will change for the better. As for this I sincerely hope. Just a few words of a clause on security issues. Do not allow yourselves to be deceived grated schemes, this whole situation does not mean that there is so crazy that only niebezpeicznie swistaja balls in the air. Sudan Sudan is not, anywhere in the world is full of lunatics like the soldier, husband. I feel safe here. It is a pity that Margaret did not get a chance at a normal life. That after all what happened in her life have time had not experienced the joy of it is arranged that it can be good. Eternal rest grant ...............
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