and how to get out of a minefield...
06.15.2006 0 °F
On Saturday we went to Arlete’s friend’s house where she needed to work on a group project. I studied my WFP documents and Portuguese, but after about an hour, the lights went out. It was obvious that everyone was used to it. A lantern was lit and we waited. When the lights didn’t come back on, we decided to return to Arlete’s.
I asked Arlete how often and how long the power went out and she just shrugged. She replied that it could be half an hour of it could be all night. It could be as often as every day or not for two weeks. Some people have their own generators so that they don’t have to deal with the outages.
Arlete has one for the house and I’ve become accustomed to the times that it’s on and the times that it’s off. It’s actually quite nice. When I come home from work, no one is usually home yet and the generator isn’t on. I take a moment to lie down and relax. Then I try to read my ever-growing pile of program documents or other books on nutrition and health that Edith has given me. Or if I’ve felt particularly unable to communicate at work, I study some Portuguese. I sit out on the patio until the sun goes down and I start getting bit by mosquitoes.
Yesterday I finished an informational booklet on mines. Do everything possible to avoid any area that has signs of mines (which is logical for most people I think…) BUT if you inadvertently end up in a mine field - you need a long blade of grass, a pen and a lot of patience. The blade of grass to find trip wires, the pen to prod through the dirt for mines, and the patience so that you don’t kill yourself.