Pretty Monkey, Dancey Monkey
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I spent most of Sunday with a case of diarrhea but wanted to get over to Mother Theresaâ€™s orphanage for visitorâ€™s day at 3:30 when Katieâ€™s shift started. Itâ€™s about a 20 minute walk from our neighborhood and involves walking through a Muslim section down a street about a half mile long and at points only 15 feet wide, that is without a doubt the poorest place Iâ€™ve ever seen in my life. Itâ€™s so shocking it has to be seen to be believed. If you've ever seen Gangs of New York.....well, this is worse.
We left the orphanage around 4:00 and walked back through the Muslim section. Christine told me that this was the worst time of day. Itâ€™s the hottest and most crowded and itâ€™s when the animals are butchered. Stall after stall, halves and quarters of cows are being butchered in the hot sun, the next-in-line cow obliviously munching on gargage as it waits its turn.
As we neared the end of this area a man with two little monkeys quickly walked up behind us saying, Pretty monkeys, dancey monkeys, you want see dancing monkeys? He followed us for a good hundred feet as we glanced down at two skinny little monkeys, dressed in little outfits ready to dance for us if only weâ€™d pay their master some money. After what weâ€™d just seen this seemed like comic relief. At least they'll be safer than their animal friends up the street.