Saturday, June 19, 2010
Ayiti Day#18 - Mwen pa konprann (I don't understand)


Although I am not harrassed on the streets, I am stopped occassionally to talk about job prospects with my NGO. Most people are looking to be translators. I have been ashamed to know that I speak only one language fluently while many Haitians speak at least 3 (French, Creole, English and sometimes Spanish). Being a native English speaker is a huge advantage. People here starve to practice English with others. I love being involved in their efforts of bettering themselves. In addition, at times their choice of words gives me a new perspective on the english language. For example, doesn't 'making photos' make so much more sense than 'taking photos'?
(Top picture is a panoramic view from the Bellaire clinic window. Rubble on the left are the remains of a school. Rubble on the right are the remains of an 8 family residential building. No one from the building survived.)
(Bottom picture is a panoramic view of the Bellaire clinic. To the right is the patient waiting area. To the left is the post-triage queue for a physician consult. In the top/back of the room, is the pharmacy area.)