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I watched a documentary (Ghosts of Cite Soleil) about this area before the hurricane hit Haiti. The whole area is fraught with violence and absolute poverty. Peace is only kept by gang violence because police don't even dare go into the deep bowels of this area. This is perhaps one of the saddest things I have heard in a while. And it makes me feel very Americanized and selfish for having a nice life here nursing spoiled elderly people when children are dying daily (basically just of dehydration) in places in the world like this. I'm a nurse! I could help! But here I am stuck in a very mediocre-ly nice life with a soul that is slowly dying from its own opulence.
Give me a small hut in the slums where I have to walk down the street to use the loos... Yeah, that's where I want to be. If I am not meant for that then why does God tug on my heart strings every time that I read something like this?
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