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I realize that you all have been left hanging.
So after some vitamins and fruit and peanutbutter Rosaline has recovered from her 9 days of starvation in January. After that she completely moved to her dad's place and is there with him. Manimou finally got out of the house after over a week of confinement yesterday and sent me an email.
He said that things are very hard, and that people can only move around outside of their houses from 4 to 6 pm. If you do move around outside of the martial law curfew hours then you will be indescriminantly shot on sight.
Manimou wrote that his neighbor Madame Kourouma was shot by a stray bullet that came in through her corrugated tin roof while she was sleeping. Madame Kourouma is the medicine woman in our neighborhood, and the matriarch of her family.
Manimou says that the wound she recieved should not be serious, but this is not a normal time and the hospitals which are normally pitiful are basically useless now.
I hope that they will be able to get onto an Air Moroc plane soon but there is alot of red tape, and Morocco is more wary than usual because they are afraid that all these Guineans will try to immigrate illegally.
I am excited, Dayna is apparently in the state of Colorado and headed my way. We are going to celebrate the "debachery" of Fat Tuesday tomorrow by dancing in the CB parade with Ballet Fote Kan. (Ballet White Voice, I know, it is a terrible name! why?) But it should be fun; red beans and rice, corn succatash, corn bread, King cake...
on wednesday we take off for the NW stopping in SLC at my friend Britts place and then rockstarring to my parents place.
That is really about it.
I am trying to pack right now and am frightened by how much crap I have. How am I gonna get it all in the car, and Dayna too?
hmmmmmmmmmm. Maybe I will go walk the dog instead. Go up to town and close my bank account.
it'll get done.
j
So after some vitamins and fruit and peanutbutter Rosaline has recovered from her 9 days of starvation in January. After that she completely moved to her dad's place and is there with him. Manimou finally got out of the house after over a week of confinement yesterday and sent me an email.
He said that things are very hard, and that people can only move around outside of their houses from 4 to 6 pm. If you do move around outside of the martial law curfew hours then you will be indescriminantly shot on sight.
Manimou wrote that his neighbor Madame Kourouma was shot by a stray bullet that came in through her corrugated tin roof while she was sleeping. Madame Kourouma is the medicine woman in our neighborhood, and the matriarch of her family.
Manimou says that the wound she recieved should not be serious, but this is not a normal time and the hospitals which are normally pitiful are basically useless now.
I hope that they will be able to get onto an Air Moroc plane soon but there is alot of red tape, and Morocco is more wary than usual because they are afraid that all these Guineans will try to immigrate illegally.
I am excited, Dayna is apparently in the state of Colorado and headed my way. We are going to celebrate the "debachery" of Fat Tuesday tomorrow by dancing in the CB parade with Ballet Fote Kan. (Ballet White Voice, I know, it is a terrible name! why?) But it should be fun; red beans and rice, corn succatash, corn bread, King cake...
on wednesday we take off for the NW stopping in SLC at my friend Britts place and then rockstarring to my parents place.
That is really about it.
I am trying to pack right now and am frightened by how much crap I have. How am I gonna get it all in the car, and Dayna too?
hmmmmmmmmmm. Maybe I will go walk the dog instead. Go up to town and close my bank account.
it'll get done.
j
mercredi, février 14, 2007
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