Two months left. As some of you know, She’s planning on spending 4 months in South America afterward, teaching English in a Spanish-speaking country; she’ll get back in the States just in time for the holidays. I’ll be coming straight back (to the worst job market in 80 years…) to the Midwest for a bit, with a trip out sometime to visit her – while she enjoys what we hope will be an assignment a bit more relaxing than the one we’ve had here.
In the meantime, I thought I’d give out a few stories via this blog. I’m going to Tarantino them though, so for now you’ll just get the end of the first story. These are all things that have happened to me or another volunteer while I’ve been here, or things we’ve seen directly. I love this country, and will miss a lot of things about it. But some things I might not miss so much…
So, Tarantino #1: The dock.
It’s about midnight; a man is sitting on a dock. He’s of East Indian descent, his brown toes dangling in the black water of the river. There is an arrow sticking out of his side.
He doesn’t seem to be in much pain; of course, the air around him reeks of alcohol, so he may feel it more in a little while when he sobers up. His eyes scan the river, looking hopefully for the light of a boat, one that might take him a few hours downstream to the local hospital. Nothing's coming. From the village behind him, the music and carousing at the disco roar unapologetically.
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