This morning I went with Christy and another team member called Susie to the hospital to visit one of the refugees. Her skirt caught on fire while she was cooking and she has severe burns from the waist down. She's been in hospital for over a month. She's only twenty years old.
Imagine how bored you'd be if you were in hospital for a month, then add to the equation that you're in a foreign country, so no TV or books. And you're far from home so you don't have many visitors. Plus, because you don't speak Greek, you have no idea what the doctors are saying to you about your treatment or chances of a full recovery. But you can't express these fears or frustrations because no one can understand you! It must suck quite a lot.
I’m going to meet up with Asila on a regular basis to teach her some English and hopefully try and keep her spirits up.
After lunch at Susie's, (orange ice cream, who knew?!), I made my way home by myself. On the way I stopped to buy some fruit. It's certainly more expensive here than in Kigali. I paid 7 euros for a pineapple and a kilo of cherries. Worth every cent though. I love fresh fruit.
Anyway, Athens Metro proved rather simple to navigate. There are only three lines, with a total of about 40 stops. It's a bit different to the tube.
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