Out of the blue. It's a Sunday and I scramble across rubble, gravel, broken glass. Goats watch me, guarding their stuff. I am together with one of our team, Kloteed, in upper Delmas (close to the “high rent” district and, er, upper, uppity Petionville...well it is uppity!).
Am I...shaking? Another small tremblman de te, startled by what I think I understand she is saying. Saying, Mesi anpil anpil, in the absence of any material contribution whatsoever, or effort on my part.
Mesi anpil, pou vizite nou nan peyi nou.
Thank you. "Thanks for coming to our country." No asking for nothing. Just thanking me.
Just for… coming to her country, for being there, and standing with,