One of those days when I’m so aware of the way my life looks nothing like it did in America. It all started last week when one of the local police took me on a tour of sorts, to see some of the drug houses in Moshi. I wanted to meet some of the girls that frequent the houses, recognizing that they are probably also connected to the prostitution rings here. It’s always connected. So we met a couple of girls and my heart felt like it was breaking right open. Beautiful girls, girls not women, little girls; blank stares and skeletal bodied girls….
April 16, 2011