"When I was 17 or 18 years old I met some refugees from South Africa who had fled apartheid, and I realized that no one flees without very strong cause."
Henning Mankell visited a refugee settlement and a transit centre in Uganda, neighbouring Democratic Republic of the Congo.
I held that tiny finger all the way to the clinic while saying a silent prayer that she would be alright
The story of Baby Tumaini (means HOPE in Swahili) from the journal of a volunteer nurse at the Think Humanity clinic near Kyangwali refugee camp in Western Uganda. This is the story of a baby girl whose life was saved from Malaria.
This silly baby, this sticky, sweaty, sick human humming and sucking on her fingers is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
It is as if I can hear this 1-year-old child’s thoughts: “I was named after a ‘Mzungu‘, a white person? This is Aimee?” When she sees my white skin, she presses her fat face into her mother’s breasts and shakes her head. She hides and waits. But I do not go away.
As a child, my grandmother arrived from Belarus to Ellis Island with her sister and parents, around 1910.
Her sister though had red eye, conjunctivitis, which though not serious was highly contagious and on the list of diseases that excluded one from entering the U.S. (as did syphilis and TB).