As we spoke, a nurse came to change the dressing on her stump and she lent back on the mattress and breathed in sharply, her eyelids fluttering. Did she still hope to dance again? “Yes,” she said. “If it’s possible. But I don’t know if it is.”
How difficult would it be to live with this kind of disability in a country such as Haiti?
This was the question our translator could not stand.
“Don’t talk to her about these things!” he shouted, shaking his head at me. “Don’t talk to her about Haiti. They can do nothing for her here. Talk about something else. Please!” There was an awkward silence, in which I tried to think of something else to say. Then Jean started talking. “She says she wants to know if there is anything you can say or do to help her situation,” said our translator, resuming normal service once more.
segunda-feira, 8 de março de 2010
Dancer who lost her leg in Haiti earthquake: "I want to dance again" - Times Online
Dancer who lost her leg in Haiti earthquake: "I want to dance againâ" - Times Online