Africa


The other day while we were waiting at an intersection a few girls, maybe age 5 – 10, came up to the car wanting money for food. And shortly after a girl of about 14 years of age with a baby wrapped around her hip came up to the car. I found myself wanting to give her all my money.. I sat there in our embassy car, with my pretty clean clothes and sunglasses and my newly bought cute handbag and a bag of candy worth more money than a normal family make in a week here, and I felt sick, Then I came home and I forgot about it and started eating like the pig I am.
It's so hard to take everything to heart. It's hard to understand it all. And it's hard to know that I have actually complain on my crappy situation in Sweden, as if it was ever even coming close to this. I feel ashamed and I hope I take this with me for the rest of mylife. I understand that I can't start giving everything I have away, I understand that I can't move into a tent in the park to feel better about myself, but I hope that I will remember this and grow from it and become a better person than I was before. And I really think I will.

When I'm here I feel like I'm on a luxurious vacation in paradise. Same when I'm at the beach. And even though the poverty is to be clearly seen everywhere when I get outside the compound, I can also see that people aren't miserable, And I really think that it's is all very photogenic, so I can't really go around being sad all the time about something that is the everyday life for these people.
Anyways, most of my trip is still fun and exciting and when I make Kara laugh till she pee a little and start crying, I am a good friend and make her feel better again.
Like this:
I miss johan. Soooooo much. But it's nice with my winter vacation. Don't think I could go through 1 whole winter in sweden...