A TREE GROWS IN DELMAS
Good morning Poprens! Where the sun never sleeps – and neither does anyone else!
Hey, I can’t complain….Well, of course, I can always complain, it’s in my genes. Kvetching is perhaps at the heart of what it means to be a Jewish American princess (and Haitian-by-courtesy), yes?
But my friends in the capital did their very best and we actually have a bed, and not simply a tile floor, - this here has a rug, well, a ratty rug. but a rug - to sleep on. And, there’s water carried in, usually, a bokit and tin cup to bathe with, and even a secluded double-header head! Er, that is, a 2-seater latrine.
Plus it’s very secure. Check out the security: coils of concertina wire even atop the walls of the compound.
It’s Vietnam all over again.
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