Friday, February 5, 2010
My Neighbors at the new Guest House
First night at the new guest house. In my back yard, on the other side of my window, is a very tall fence (rises to the second floor). On the other side of that is a squatters camp. An open field full of children, fires, shelters and in the far left corner a collection of mud huts. They were happy and joyfully banging ...drums and tin and whatever they could find in a mixture of laughter and children's squeals of glee.