Anyhow it's picture time, if possible, just to show a bit how things are. There's a thunder storm over the city - I'm scared of lightning and thunder storms, when they are right above me, and this time it really was there just a short time, bang bang bang it said, and my skin was totally freaking out! - and I'm sad. It's Monday evening. There's only 3 more days to go. Or two whole days, one quarter. I so much enjoy working with these people here, that it will be hard to say goodbye.
So I'm soon about to move on, go away, go where my "long nose" (some kids said today or was it yesterday, that I have a long nose, which is funny, cause it actually is not that long, it's more like a ski-jump-ramp-nose as my little brother used to tease me) points at. The problem, quite often, is, that it points sometimes into too many directions, which makes me confused or emotional. Maybe that's why I can't really settle down.
But then again, do I even have to. Maybe some of us are made to live like that. I'm happy, if my long nose decides to point more often to volunteering directions. Will definitely, absolutely do this again. Here, there, anywhere. If there is a chance to do something good, then why not just do it rather than talk about doing it, right? I'm a single woman, not tied up to any place or any person in the world. Which means, that I have all the chances in the world to act. Even if one day I would somehow end up married with kids (yes, sometimes I do think that could be possible) or something like that, I think I would anyhow go for it. For this.
|All the kids are so cute here. A couple of babies have been scared of me. Since I look like a foreigner.|
Which means, that I'm one of the richest people in the world. I don't have a hunger of becoming richer than that, but it would not be a bad thing. To become richer in that way; getting to know people like there are already in my life, people that just cheer other people up without them even knowing how much joy they bring. That's what's important. Nothing else matters.
|The sea shore and the beach boulevard of Tacloban.|
|Everything got hit here.|
|Our SOS volunteer team from last week. I'm the only foreigner, except that there are two SOS workers from Indonesia.|
Take good care, all of you! Hugs and greets and lots of warm (hot!! it's hot!!!) thoughts from Tacloban City.
P. S. I found and drank COLD 7Up and COLD water yesterday! And just a moment ago I ate fresh, juicy mango, and I love mango.