We visit a Charity Shop in the morning and have a bad experience with the owner. We introduce ourselves and Charity Travel, the rough style. Let me reconstruct the words of the prissy decadent shopkeeper.
“We’re looking to do somethin’ good. Maybe you could link us to some small-scale ngo around here?”
-“You guys are crazy.”
“We could help campaigning against HIV/Aids and…”
-“You are untrained.” (how the &”%* does she know? And we ARE experienced)
“We could assist in an orphanage and…”
-“Who knows maybe you are going to eat the kids. I send you there and the next thing I hear is a kid has disappeared. Maybe you can do this in other countries of Africa where they still DO eat humans (sic!) but not here.”
“Thank you very much.”
And we turn our back on the Charity Shop, giggling about this somewhat sad experience on our way to a huge shopping mall where we get a computer for Yeon so that we can work simultaneously on the documentation of our project.
At night I improvise a tomato soup. Not that it’s relevant, but still.