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Dear Henry,
I am not quite sure what your
readers would like to hear about, but here are a few thoughts and
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Somalia 1979. It was an extraordinary time. A time that is now almost impossible to duplicate. How you came to be there I am not sure, but I was sent as part of a volunteer program from Britain where I was on holiday at the time.
I lived in Agabar Refugee Camp, 56 miles and about 2 ½ hours ride over unmade roads to Hargeysa, where there was a bit of civilization, the chance of finding a vegetable or two and a cold drink with ice in it.
For the first year, there were two of us in the camp, Marilyn, a paediatrician from London and myself a nurse from Australia. The camp got bigger by the day and by the time we left there were 42,000 people in the camp which spread across the banks of a wadi or dry river bed.
Our job was to set up feeding
centres for malnourished children, and although we were not
specifically involved in acute care we did from time to time find
cases that needed urgent transport to Hargeysa and so we ended
up
I think that for both the Chinese team and our team, it was a very intense time. Conditions were difficult, supplies were limited and communication from the camp was non-existent. We didn’t have a phone, electricity or a car. To get into town we hitched a ride on a goods truck coming through from Djibouti.
To me it seemed like the Chinese
Medical Team lived in a little oasis or their own creation. Their
vegetable garden was productive and it was rumoured that they even
had fish in a pond. But this was a different era and relationships
although cordial, were somewhat constrained and formal. China was a
much more closed country then. The Chinese were intriguing and they
were clearly doing a great job. The Chinese built road from Beldwen
The person who I got to know the best was of course Henry because he spoke for the others and was very friendly and kind and with a good sense of humour too. We had some rather funny sessions making cassette tape recordings of authentic English for the medical team members and in exchange I had my first encounter with acupuncture. I remember that the acupuncture point which I was shown was the one for headaches and that afterwards, I had a terrible headache. I am not sure what went wrong!
So then roll forward 30 years. Life goes on. I get married, have four children, get more qualifications which combine my nursing qualifications with a Masters of Education ( TESOL – teaching English to speakers of other languages). The a job comes up to combine these two qualifications in a tertiary preparation course for nurses at Australian Catholic University in Melbourne, Australia. Many of my students are Chinese.
When I read the blog and saw, the letter and the notebook, I was practically speechless. So, after all these years Henry and I have reconnected and it seems like this is the start of two other journeys, one to fill in the gaps of 33 missing years and one to see what the next 33 years might hold, if we can last that long.
I am so glad that Henry has found me. It will add a whole new layer of understanding about that time and the work that we did in Somalia. Doing something for someone else when you are young is a gamble, I guess. Many people would say that this is really a backwards career step. I know that many doctors in London said that to Marilyn and yet she ended up as consultant paediatrician in a major English hospital. I am now coordinator and lecturer at a university and Henry, from what you have told me, you have had an interesting and fulfilling career too.
译文
亲爱的Henry,