Perhaps if everyone saw Hotel Rwanda, it would be a different world out there.

Except that it would probably just be exactly the same, and that's possibly more depressing than 800 000 Tutsis slaughtered while the West looked the other way.

I can't get that film out of my head. It closes with shots of refugee camps and they reminded me of the tent cities of the slums in India and I felt truly hollow. Because in the movie (which is based on a true story), refugee camps meant they survived. But in my work, those tent cities are just part of an endless cycle of poverty, and I remembered that even though the genocide ended ten years ago, people are still refugees.

and it all just cemented my decision to apply to grad school. for international health, and nothing else.

You all go see it, okay? Why not?

*

i saw a favorite friend and some of the things that worry me just evaporated. it was so nice.

now i go to halifax, and i will wade through thigh deep snow. Woo!

[geh]

5:24 p.m. - 2005-01-27