Tragedy…

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Update number 5! At the beginning of this week I was having a cold and being a bit feverish Despite my vaccination and negative rapid test, I also had to get a PCR test, so I couldn't work for two shifts. While I waited at home for the results, it escalated enormously in the camp! A group of 15 Afghan youths, heavily intoxicated (hard drugs & alcohol) rushed into the camp, screaming, with arms cut open, threatening people with scissors, etc. Finally, after a futile attempt to calm everyone down, the team had to lock themselves in the hospotainer for 2 hours, while 30 policemen were trying to get the situation under control! Our medical team finally had to evacuate (one hour early) The next day part of these group returned to the clinic (in sober condition this time) because of the bite wounds one of the boys had inflicted on them.

I was happy to get back to work after the negative corona result! During one of my consultations, I saw Alysha*, the 11-year-old girl from Congo, who was raped in the camp 2 weeks ago. With her shoulders hunched and her head turned to the ground, she entered the clinic with her father. Folding forward, she took a seat in the waiting area, her arms clenched tightly against her stomach, her face contorted in pain. When I called them in for the consultation, the father put a box with antibiotics on the table. I wondered who had prescribed this and why this had started in the first place. It turned out that the father had bought this on his own initiative to prevent possible infections. Well-intentioned, but ineffective. Fortunately we had a French speaking psychologist on shift that evening, so in addition to pain medication we could also provide psychological help and make a further plan.

It touches me enormously when I see such a sweet, beautiful girl like Alysha, so young, but already experienced so much injustice and misery. I find it very helpful to write about it, as a way to process. So I wrote a poem, initially in Dutch, but I translated it to English as well (it was kinda hard translate, so I feel like the quality is not that good, but maybe still nice to read).

*I call her Alysha, but that's obviously not her real name. Sorry it's in Dutch.

October 17, 2021

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