When I was in Rwanda, my computer started speaking to me in French. I would click on familiar websites like Google and they would load saying "Bienvenue" instead of "Welcome". It was annoying but manageable. Now, however, my computer has switched to Arabic, which is just plain impossible.
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Refugee camp in Djibouti
On traveling
"When you travel, you experience, in a very practical way, the act of rebirth. You confront completely new situations, the day passes more slowly, and on most journeys you don't even understand the language the people speak. So you are like a child just out of the womb. You begin to attach much more importance to the things around you because your survival depends on them. You begin to be more accessible to others because they may be able to help you in difficult situations. And you accept any small favor from the gods with great delight, as if it were an episode you would remember for the rest of your life. At the same time, since all things are new, you see only the beauty in them and feel happy to be alive." (Paulo Coelho, The Pilgrimage)
About me
I'm a southern girl with a little threadbare gypsy soul and a heart for social justice and equality, particularly health, housing and education. I currently live in Cairo, Egypt, where I work in infectious disease research, surveillance, outbreak investigation and capacity building in the region.
Topics, locations, etc.
- Austria (12)
- Bangladesh (1)
- Construction (5)
- Democratic Republic of Congo (9)
- Djibouti (10)
- Egypt (136)
- Ethiopia (1)
- Genocide (13)
- Ghana (3)
- Habitat for Humanity (1)
- HIV/AIDS (32)
- Israel (56)
- Jordan (3)
- Kenya (17)
- Libya (1)
- Malta (9)
- NAMRU-3 (32)
- On the road (8)
- Refugees (1)
- Revolution (4)
- Rwanda (146)
- RZHRG (18)
- Somalia (2)
- Switzerland (1)
- Tanzania (22)
- The Netherlands (2)
- Uganda (5)
- United States (23)
- Zambia (47)
- Zanzibar (11)
- Zimbabwe (2)
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