While I squeeze the face mask close to my nose extra because of the risk of contamination, I walk between the rows of beds in the TB hospital. We visit 1 of the mothers of "our" children. After 4 years, finally contact. After 4 years, she sees a picture of her children on my cell phone. You understand… emotionally. But they are tears of joy. Proud as she is, I have to show the photo to all her fellow buddies. Patients get up in their bed, but most of them stay down. We only see a meager silhouette under the covers of some people… Today we brought a sun shade. Monday we go again, with her 3 children. They can greet their mother outside on the sidewalk ... after more than 4 years ...
15/08/2014
