Mozambique Travel Journal - Tuesday 25th Jan 2005 (Part 7)
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The third woman was lying on a bed in a far corner, away from the other three. The nurse didn’t go near her, and I hoped she didn’t have any communicable diseases, so I approached her slowly, knowing that someone would stop me if this were true. I did the same for her, showing her the bracelet and then outing it on her wrist. She then whispered ‘thankyou’, in English. The atmosphere of the room was so sad and depressing that it was like no one should ever speak above a whisper. I felt very intrusive in the room, that we should to have been there and that we were violating these women at their most vulnerable. I wonder if they are so used to this kind of treatment that they have forced themselves to become removed from their bodies.
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July 25th, 2007 at 8:42 pm
Wow. What immensely strong images in just one paragraph.