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March 27, 2007

The Blue Nile

I started perking up again last night. I brought some of the reading material on Ethiopia that I had printed out back in Boulder to dinner with me and read it until my dinner came. I was alert again to Ethiopia and its history, wanting to learn more, wanting to see more. The friendly hotel guest (an Ethiopian ex-pat now living in Sweden who had approached me several times since I’d arrived from Afar) came over and sat down and we talked a bit about adoption (I don’t know why they come from Spain to adopt, he said, there is no cultural or historical connection between the two, whereas there are plenty of countries in Latin America…) and about the famine in the ‘80s, which he said was caused by a water shortage and had the government been clued in to helping its people could have been managed internally, and the Blue Nile, which seems to be a favorite topic of his. He has said several times (in at least two different conversations) that resources located in a country belong to that country, and that Ethiopia gives its water from the Blue Nile to Egypt. 85% of the Nile in Egypt comes from the Blue Nile, not the White Nile, he said, and also said that Ethiopia has the climate and fertile soil for growing and just needs the water—which it has and doesn’t use—and then could feed China in 15 years if China keeps up its growth rate.

My work is mostly done. The equipment is organized, I rinsed off some of Ian’s dusty tools and threw away the toolbag, looked through my e-mails for forgotten instructions from Eric. At around 12:30 I gave in and left for lunch alone. I’m sitting on the balcony of the Marseilles, which is nice because I get to check out the hustle below. (Wouldn’t that be cool if all the people in the street really were doing the hustle?)

Africa feels like a last frontier, which is funny since this is where everything started. Everything for humans.

My favorite is the hair in individual curls, almost ringlets—kinky-hair ringlets, I guess—sticking up and out from a man’s head. There is some singer in the States that has the same hair, and it gets me—the long lanky body, milk chocolate skin, easy build, slightly funky style.

I want to curl up and sleep. Into a ball like a cat, with my tail wrapped around.

Posted by beth at March 27, 2007 4:40 PM

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"doing the hustle?" what a funny concept! definitely made me laugh!

Posted by: wilma - mother of beth at June 25, 2007 5:31 PM

HEY. THIS IS BOB fireman from Oregon.. Just wanted to say hello. We are moving to ducth harbor.. Land of good crab love the blog

just want to say hello

Bob and Lisa

Posted by: BOB AND LISA at July 8, 2007 5:41 AM

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