UPDATE on Ulbadino -- a town without land

PICTURES WILL BE COMING IN THE NEXT POST.....

I went to the home of the 20 year old boy with sores all over his body.

I had to cross wood-plank bridges from home to home. There is no land, only stinking marsh. I had to walk through peoples homes where you could see through the floors to the muck below and in some cases you had to avoid falling through the holes in the floor.

A dark haired girl in a starched white dress played on the narrow bridge between her house and the next.

Chicken lived in people's living rooms.

Ulbadino has no furniture but a bed.

There are no blankets on the bed.

The rain rains inside.

Part of the wall is cardboard.

There is no sink.

There is no fridge.

There was a box of corn flakes, some powdered milk, and a few green bananas to eat.

Ulbadino's 10 year old brother Aniwal was there, smiling and friendly and happy for me to visit.

Today I will return with my camera.

Today I will buy blankets for the boys.

Yesterday I purchased groceries for them...rice and sweet yellow bananas and a whole fish, coffee and sugar and oatmeal. Enough to feed them for a few days, maybe a week.

Tomorrow I will see if I can get a piece of zinc for the roof.

And I will pray,
laura

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