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Notes from Day 20
Jul. 24th, 2010 07:19 pmI've been seeing graffiti around Leogane to the effect of "Bon Retour JC Duvalier 2011!" I was wondering what the significance of it was, so I googled. Apparently it's more or less what I guessed: shit is so fucked up, people would even take Baby Doc back if it would make things any better. That's real. (At least it's not F. Duvalier.)
A volunteer recounted that he met a Haitian guy who'd lived in the US for a few decades and was back visiting. The Haitian guy opined that Michael Jackson should buy Haiti and build houses for everyone. The volunteer was unclear on whether the other guy was aware that Michael Jackson was dead.
At the school site, we've been yelling "Ti moun ale sivouple!" ("child, go away, please") whenever the kids try to come into the unfinished school, which is all the time. We don't want them to breathe in cement fumes and shit. They do not appreciate our efforts. Apparently we are the most fascinating thing in the world. Yelling at them to go away appears to have had the effect that when they're running around outside, they spontaneously break into a chorus of yelling "Ti moun ale sivouple!"
This afternoon we went to an opening ceremony for the second school that HODR built (I'm working on the third). It was interesting. Afterward, they had a dance party, like you do. Apparently, a seven-year-old was doing a very sexy dance that involved lifting up her shirt and adjusting other clothing to reveal that she was wearing a G-string. I didn't actually see this because there were people standing in front of me. But I'm imagining something along the lines of the key scene in "Little Miss Sunshine".
On the "National Highway" on the way back from the school ceremony, a UN bus full of South Korean soldiers passed us at high speed in the oncoming traffic lane.
A volunteer recounted that he met a Haitian guy who'd lived in the US for a few decades and was back visiting. The Haitian guy opined that Michael Jackson should buy Haiti and build houses for everyone. The volunteer was unclear on whether the other guy was aware that Michael Jackson was dead.
At the school site, we've been yelling "Ti moun ale sivouple!" ("child, go away, please") whenever the kids try to come into the unfinished school, which is all the time. We don't want them to breathe in cement fumes and shit. They do not appreciate our efforts. Apparently we are the most fascinating thing in the world. Yelling at them to go away appears to have had the effect that when they're running around outside, they spontaneously break into a chorus of yelling "Ti moun ale sivouple!"
This afternoon we went to an opening ceremony for the second school that HODR built (I'm working on the third). It was interesting. Afterward, they had a dance party, like you do. Apparently, a seven-year-old was doing a very sexy dance that involved lifting up her shirt and adjusting other clothing to reveal that she was wearing a G-string. I didn't actually see this because there were people standing in front of me. But I'm imagining something along the lines of the key scene in "Little Miss Sunshine".
On the "National Highway" on the way back from the school ceremony, a UN bus full of South Korean soldiers passed us at high speed in the oncoming traffic lane.