Her husband is away because he is a UN peacekeeper, and he is in Hiati.
Her pale sunken cheeks say it all.
It took almost 24hrs to discover that he was alive. Now she waits to hear from him every day, because the anxiety isn't over.
The poor and desperate people are fighting, and even killing one another to get to supplies. Helicopters couldn't land because people were trying to jump and grab hold. The streets reek with the stink of decaying body piles and sewerage. We all know that disease is rife in these situations. There are gun-fights and machete fights.
Along with her husband, there are another four Serbian (yes, the current 'evil doers' of some years back) peacekeepers in Hiati. They were offered an airlift out of there. To return home. To return to safety and back into the arms of their families.
Each one declined.
They felt that it would be deserting the people when they need help the most. How could they come home when so many had lost theirs?
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She was over here a couple of days ago and her husband called. He assured her that he was alright, he even asked if my girl was getting more hair.... but he admitted that he was hungry and getting hungrier.
Why? Because he was giving all the food that he got from the UN to the children. He asked, 'how can I eat when tiny children are walking around homeless, alone, and hungry?' My body covered in shivers at the thought of my small child wandering a disaster area alone, frightened, without us. Who would pick her up, when there are so many orphaned children, when everyone is in desperate needs themselves?
He's breaking up chocolate bars and sandwhiches to distribute scraps of food to as many children as possible. We rarely hear about these small but significant gestures. Especially of ones made by those other than American or British.
What shocked me, was that every UN worker is getting a daily food pack.... that they have to PAY for. It costs him about 10-12 Euros for his food.... which he then gives away anyway.
I'm not going to get into my anti-UN rant here. But I really want to slap someone at the top there, very hard. It might be tiny, but I'll do my part by sharing such stories.
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