In my last post about “precious life”, I mentioned the day we spent at the dump in Dominican Republic. I thought I would follow-up with the 2 minute video below as well as a titch more info.
These folk are mostly Haitians who have nowhere else to go so have moved into the dump. Although some still live there, most have moved out because the government does not want them at the dump. They walk an hour to get there to receive soup, water (if they have a container) and peanut butter between 2 slices of white bread. Twice a week.
It had been raining ALOT the day we went so the dump was muddy (we wore plastic bags over our shoes to walk) but, when we got there, it was not raining so the flies were in full display. You could see them. You could HEAR them.
I hate flies.
I hate them in my house. I hate them at the cottage.
I REALLY hated them at the dump.
I wanted them to just GO AWAY. I wanted to not have to swat them away. I wanted the people who were there getting their food to not have to EAT with them EVERY DAY!
But they do...and I do not know what to do with that...so I am telling you.
I will NEVER forget that mud or that dump...or those damn flies...or those “PRECIOUS LIVES”!
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