Yesterday mid-morning I was hanging up laundry on the veranda when I heard a big bang – and looking down on the street below I saw a mix of motorcycle and sari. The motorcycle quickly drove away, leaving a woman laying on the road. She stood up, then fainted. After a few seconds someone dragged her to the side of the road into the shade. Everyone sort of watched. Who was going to help? One person took her pulse and then walked away. I couldn’t just continue hanging up laundry, so I ran to tell Karin who in turn ran to tell Paul. We went down there. Several people had gathered around her. She was still unconscious. There is a doctor who lives downstairs and he came out purposefully with a flash light. He also took her pulse and looked at her eyes and said, “She is alive” and then walked away.
What to do? People were coming to stare .. the was no blood or sign of injury except that she was unconscious. Karin took her blood pressure, and it was all good. Soon a poor lady with three little babies came near and started to cry, pulling up the lady’s sari to see if she was hurt. Little by little, with everyone’s advice and questions, we sorted out that the two ladies were sisters, out begging with their three little kids. As for what to do, Karin wanted her taken to the medical college. As they wouldn’t all fit in a rickshaw, Paul gave the sister money to take a rickshaw home to drop her kids off. She didn’t want to go, she keep saying, “But I don’t have anyone to watch the kids!” Then Paul paid the rickshaw fare so our friend Tirot and our househelper could take the unconscious woman to the medical college. The crowd dispersed.
Later in the afternoon, Karin, Elias and I traveled by rickshaw to the hospital. I gave Elias a carrot to chew on to keep him quiet for the fifteen minute ride. I had never been in a government hospital. The care is free or very cheap, the food is free, but the wards are packed, the equipment is completely outdated, and the nursing care is almost nonexistent. The ward held about 50 people, with one nurse to look after everyone. We found our lady on a red blanket on the floor, holding her leg and moaning. She did not talk or respond to our questions. Right near her was her begging bowl, which was empty. Elias dropped his carrot, and the lady’s little toddler son picked it up and ate it.
Karin went to talk to the nurse, and gave the nurse some extra pain medicine to give her that night. Karin went out to try to find some drinking water for the lady . . while I sat and waited. A crowd gathered round out of curiosity. Somehow, someone in the ward knew the whole story, so they were telling it with great zeal. “No, they didn’t injure the woman. But it happened right in front of their house. They are big people, and they help the poor. Their servant brought this lady here. The lady has nothing, she is a wanderer.” Elias was passed around. They asked where I lived, and where I was from. When I said Thailand, they didn’t know where that was, so they just assumed that it was somewhere in Bangladesh, which led to a funny conversation. One woman said that her relatives had white children just like my baby. She told how the kids were all white, even their hair, and they couldn’t look at the sun because their eyes were weak. I knew from previous similar conversations that she was talking about albinos, and that she was assuming that Elias was an albino too. So she said, “Why is your hair not black? Did you dye your hair?” I told her that it was my natural color, and she looked very confused. Someone asked me who Karin was, and I said that she was my mother-in-law. They told me off for calling her mother-in-law, as I should have said that she was my mother. Now that is what a good daughter-in-law would do! I smiled and said that I already had a mother. I didn’t need to say that, but I feel like I already live with my in-laws, please don’t make me do anything more!
Karin came back with a water bottle and an orange. We put the things in the lady’s hands and tried to explain to her that they would do an x-ray on her leg the following day. She just nodded. Her sister had come in, and she looked desperate and confused, but there was not anything to do.
The following day, we heard from a friend that the x-ray had happened, and the leg was not fractured, and the lady was discharged.
Life is just too busy for family time at home, so a few days after Daniel and Hanna arrived, we went to Sikkim. Sikkim is a little state of India bordering Bhutan, Nepal, and Tibet. From where we are in Bangladesh it takes a day and a half to get there — by bus, over a land border, across the horrible roads of West Bengal by taxi, a train ride to Siliguri, then a four hour jeep ride snaking up the Himalayan mountains, following the path of the Teesta River.
We stayed in Gangtok, the capital of Sikkim. It is known for it’s flower shows and views of the world’s third highest peak, Kangchenjunga. We spent alot of our time taking walks and eating the famous momos (steamed dumplings). The highlight was riding the cable car into the city and going to a restaurant named Hotlicks where we ate superb lasagna. Charlotte and John, thanks for the heads up about that place!!
There are monasteries, Buddhist libraries, and Hindu temples. Tibetan monks in their red robes are a normal sight. The prayer flags and prayer wheels are everywhere. As someone who has grown up in the Buddhist world, I find myself wondering if people do pray when they spin the wheels . . and if we Christians could learn from the Buddhists about worship arts . . and what if Christians could do something like the Buddhist monkhood, where we give up a few months, put on plain robes and live in simplicity and community, fasting and praying. What do you think?
We stayed in a place called Pandim Lodge, which has a beautiful restaurant decorated in Tibetan art. Their Tibetan bread and lemon tea was a hit.
. .. or at least think twice about where your clothes come from!
Hira is my age. She is now in the hospital with extremely swollen legs and malfunctioning kidneys. She used to work in a garment factory in Dhaka — but is in no condition to work anymore. Her boss had told her that there was an express order, and asked her to work for 22 hours a day, for 2 1/2 months straight. The wages are so low at the garment factories that the people like Hira feel like they have to work more, long hours, and if the bosses make demands on them, it’s either lose their job or work even harder. One day while working she looked down at her legs and noticed the gross swelling. She had to quit, and she used up her whole meager savings on getting medical treatment. The factory owes her two months salary, but is refusing to give it to her until she comes back.
“What happens to a person who does not sleep for 2 1/2 months?” This is the question Karin is asking the doctors. They just shake their heads.
Home is where the stories are. Home is where you speak the language. Home is where you know what people are thinking when they smile at you! My parents have only lived in Buntarik for a few years, but we lived close by when I was a teen. I used to come through Buntarik on my way to visit my friend Sumary. I would get on the public truck at 6:30 am and the truck would slowly beep beep it’s way to Buntarik. The sun would come up, and if there were no clouds, I’d see the mountains in Laos. Those slow rides during sunrise gave me lots of time to think — about Soomary and her fight with AIDS, about the fledgling church in the area, about the mushrooms and fish that I might be get to enjoy that day. So anyway, now, my parents live here! And I get to come ‘home’.
Elias got to meet some old friends.
There is a river a few houses behind our house. It’s the perfect place for a swim! Dad puts his flippers on and does laps daily. I’ve enjoyed going for a run and then having a swim to cool off.
Here is where my parents live. It’s a very nice house, with beautiful porches and a large yard. It’s owned by a lady who lives in New Zealand. What the picture doesn’t show is the bad paint job, the bad wiring, the bad plumbing, the many holes and crevices that all sorts of bugs and lizards sneak in!
We also got to go out on a boat with some friends. the more adventurous folk enjoyed diving right off the boat. We caught a pile of little fish and cooked them up for lunch too!
We are off to Thailand for a few weeks. I can’t wait to be home with family. Elias has been up to new mischief: scooting, falling, eating everything in sight .. what fun to be parents!
Here’s some recent pics.
We introduced the banana to Elias on Christmas Eve. He found it rather disturbing! But he did manage to open his mouth and swallow, which were the necessary steps to being an eater! Since then we have given him carrots. His FarMor gave him a beautiful silver spoon that Hanna and Daniel and Jacob used. His MaYigh gave him a food grinder. Big boy eating real food!