Haiti Family Inititative
Jacmel, Haiti
Sunday, July 14, 2013 - I am alone at the moment, in Haiti, in a boarding house. For $50/week, I have a room, a shared bathroom and a meal a day. There is no air conditioning but there is a floor fan right next to my bed. The electricity is controlled by the government and runs from 2PM to 4 AM only. That means that my inadequate fan dies promptly at 4AM with a click that wakes me up and fills me with dread. My dark room, with its closed window to prevent a mosquito invasion, now becomes an oven. The mosquito net now becomes one more barrier to any cool relief.
I step out in the dark hallway, and feel a cool breeze from somewhere. So I go back to my room and find something to prop open the door. A bag of beans crammed at the doorway allows just enough of a breeze to sneak in and offer some relief.
I finally fall asleep again but the roosters start to announce a new day. They call back and forth to each other for the better part of an hour. Now the household is up and moving. I hear someone scurry pass my door and head to the bathroom. The bath water has arrived. I get up and think to myself, “This is going to be a long two weeks.”
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