This is rough reading. In 15 pages or so, I had to picture a weeping boy, heaving uncontrollably in an stranger old woman's arms bFeb 02, 2011 07:29pm
This is rough reading. In 15 pages or so, I had to picture a weeping boy, heaving uncontrollably in an stranger old woman's arms b/c no one else had shown him affection for months (p.240), then envision him bear his daily burial duties as soon as he regained composure after months of walking & famine (p.241). After that a miraculous reunion with one of the "Gone Far" boys from his own village (p.245), followed by the incredulous tale of that kid's journey into slavery & subsequent rescue (p.251), to the hilarious description of their first sighting of white men as entities "erased" or "turned inside out" (p.253) -- all of this and more flashed thru his mind while he, our protagonist Valentino, waited 9 hours (!) in a near empty emergency room in Atlanta, GA, waiting to be stitched up after a robbery.
"I just don't know what God holds against you," one of Valentino's friends lamented. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... I don't know, either.
ps. All you kids complaining abut homework should take notice: they had to BUILD their own schools before they could GO to school (p.267). These refugee kids, numbering around 18,000, built all 12 thatched structures with no walls. At least one boy got eaten by a lion while collecting wood for the buildings. They had no pencil, or paper. So they drew figures in the dirt with sticks to learn how to write, aspiring to become the best educated Sudanese in all of history. Sort of put our own worries in prospective, doesn't it?...more