Monday, 11 January 2010

Five top moments in Colombia - 3

The first time I was invited to the home of a displaced family was during the misison in 2008 and I went with Gabo, since the women weren’t allowed to go out on their own. In the dark, I hit my face on the barbed wire that marked the boundary of their plot but thankfully without much force. Yeffer, the 10-year-old son of the house, had invited us. His mum, Oralis, made us avena, a drink made from oats, and we sipped it down, trying not to think about how polluted the water was. From that simple act of hospitality and generosity out of extreme necessity grew a friendship that endured till I left Colombia.

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