Today we went to the Rosie May foundation home, delivered our school books and Kool drum and heard many Tsunami tales of heroism and human greed. Where were you when the Tsunami hit seems to be something naturally enough deeply embedded in everyone's psyche.
Already we had heard tales from Edward at Tescos. Tescos roof ended up on the sand behind the buliding. It needed to be reconstructed. How the bodies kept on being washed up for weeks afterwards...two or three a day on his beach. He needed psychiatric help afterwards.
Tales of enormous generosity. Our Tuc Tuc driver had a new vehicle bought for him by some american visitors. The owners of a jewel store near Galle had their shop rebuilt and stocked by a generous gift, and then local jealous people broke in and stole the lot so they had to start again, again... Some people have worked the system exploited it and are now richer than they were before, others are completely destitute. Human nature is the same everywhere in all its rich diversity.
It was a great pleasure to hear 20 little boys and girls aged 6 and 7 say 'Good morning' to us in their classroom with bright pictures on the walls. And see the artwork done by a tall shy seventeen year old who hung back smiling shyly in the hallway.
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