‘Today, we are going to the poor part to give food,’ said Father Felipe.
Father Felipe had served in the Nicaraguan Army then he had been a drug addict then he had found Jesus. I told him I had been an account manager and once chipped a tooth. Here in the slum, he served out food and salvation.
‘I thought this was the poor part…’ I said.
His wife cooked up a huge rice dish and we carried it across the slum. The area we arrived at didn’t look like an area. If calling the other part basic was like calling a dead man sick then this was the rotting corpse.
Dirty children lined up and we served out food onto paper plates. I felt sick to my stomach.
Later, back in town, I got overcharged for a beer which I thought was outrageous.
You always get overcharged for beer!
ReplyDeleteHow's it going, have you go up to speed and feel a little more useful now? Is it more rewarding than account management?
Please tell me you have clean clothes. I noticed that they have some endangered amphibians and was worried that it was your socks that put them at risk.
Glad to hear you got there safely, take care mate!
I don't always get overcharged, it's just that I look underaged so they charge me extra...
ReplyDeleteI'm a bit annoyed that my commute here is longer than it was back in London...