On Friday morning brother Peter, a Jesuit from Darjeeling who runs the young adult programs here, and I were sitting in the backseat of a truck, bouncing on a rock filled road besides "Bel-City", which is the name given to the Beldangi camps here.
That's when I saw my first satellite dish among the thatched rooves in the camp. Then I saw another. As far as I'd known, there was no electricity in the camps. But, apparently that changes when the World Cup finals come.
"Battery," is how brother Peter explained, when I asked how the satellite and TVs run. "They run a wire to power a battery." Then he smiled and said something about how the World Cup really brings everyone together. He couldn't remember the dishes being there ever before.
Wow.
Keep writing! I'm reading! Go Spain! or Netherlands! love, aunt m
ReplyDeleteErin,
ReplyDeleteI love reading your posts! I shared your blog with Cynthia today as took an early morning walk to a nearby pond.
Yay for unity!
<3, Sarah