Tennis

Last night some friends took me to the tennis club. Who would have thought that the Sandbox would have a tennis club, much less a halfway decent court?!?!? Of course the people who go there are the more well off (i.e. richest) people around.

It really was a stark contrast to the rest of my life here. Yesterday morning I was out in the camp where I observed some children eating breakfast...they were eating the same thing that we feed our dog. I was a little unnerved to say the least. Then I visited with a woman who has absolutely no money, if they want to eat they have to go to the market and ask for some gas to cook with, flour, sugar, pretty much any thing that they eat they are given. It's not their fault, not like they are capable but lazy. It's circumstances that they have no control over. It's not like they don't want to work, it's that they're not physically able and it sucks.

So I went from realizing that our dog eats better than these kids I know to sitting and crying with a woman who can't feed her own children to sitting and watching a tennis match with the richer people of the Sandbox who completely ignore the fact that there are people suffering right in front of them. It was a tough day.

Don't believe anyone when they tell you that the entire problem/conflict is a product of the media and exaggerated by the Western world. I've seen the people's misery, I am struggling to walk alongside them and it is all very real.