Walking down the road to purchase a few pieces of bread I got ambushed and bombarded with rocks.

Pow. One hit me right on the crest of my right foot. Right where shoe laces used to be found. Now I always wear flip-flops. No between toe ones, just the wrap around.

It must have been quite the size. I large bruise grew like magic. The whole top area was twice as large as my other foot.

After Eeooouching! a few steps, I saw three out of the four little rascals. One scrambling fast downhill and the other two much younger ones surprised to hear me yowl and screaming at them to come here and look what you did.

There was very little blood. Lucky as when I drink three or more beers a day I bleed a lot. My blood has a higher alcohol content which makes it thinner. I had had two of my three beers so far before the incident.

Then the fourth little spud showed up. I recognized him. I made him look at the wound. I screamed/yelled at them a bit but made sure that they would not do it a second time.

I did similar very stupid things when I was young.

Got the bread and limply returned. Grabbed a cool one and drank it. Within the hour as it was late afternoon the laundry crews have disappeared. My house’s water reservoirs have become a community water hole.

I half filled a bucket with cold water. Sat down, read a book for 45 minutes with my foot soaking in cold water.

Put a T-shirt and then a long sleeved shirt over that along with my fleece night pants and was in bed by 6:30 pm . Got up four times and drank a lot of water.

The next morning my foot seemed rejuvenated. I could walk without a limp, the swelling is all but gone.

My sealed body heat from my clothing and bed sheet had only two ways out. Via the neck area, which I always keep tight, and in the feet area.

A lot of water, warm blood/air pumped to/over my feet, after the cold treatment made the swelling go down, swelling go down, a pint full of blood makes the swelling …

I was glad no bone be shattered.

Not a doctor. Just a little sore. Home remedy for a bruise. Cold, hot water/blood/air, rest.

World Embassy. Should I put a sign up?

Fonds Foin; The covid is hitting the weed supply in Haiti. Less boats out there easier for the marine patrols to catch them.

Price went up one hundred fold over night. Good no one needs this stuff now. Food water and shelter are more important then beer, alcohol, tobacco, weed,and lotteries.

The amount of dirty little notes (money) changing so many hands. They sell single cigarettes here. Anyone who sells them have an open pack for single sales. The weed is wrapped up into very small pearl like balls. The wrapper touches everything as does the bill collector all the while their loving family with their children giving them a lot of hugs and kisses.

There are many who distributed the end product who did this as an income for survival. Those are the ones who are going to lose if the distribution stops. Which it should.

There are no social security nets in Haiti that would help families losing their only source of decent income. They do not even have safety nets for those that work legally.

For a country who is said to have 80% unemployment, one would never know it by the amounts of people commuting every morning and evening to another part of town to “shop or visit”?

I have no funds available for those making money only a couple of dollars for those who depended on the trade for survival. Do not apply or send to “Fonds Foin”.


About epqanna, epqannaman, KingGDerome

A person who sees, cares, has, doable attainable, plans ideas Visions of a better world for all life. Global person ignored by the in power wealthy spoiled arrogant and at times ignorant and very controlling. Hiding behind their evolved words and ways. Words are mightier then the sword, only and if, they are echoed!
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