Deux seaus
The doorbell rings, - much more frequently here than in Washington. It might be the garbage truck and crew of five, a girl looking for work, the night guard who is returning the keys we left in the laundry room door. One day it was two men in a truck with embassy badges. They had come to deliver a light bulb. They turned my attention to one of the extra bedrooms whose bedside lamp was missing a bulb. Just in time… it may have been a few months before we ever entered that room.
Today it was the diesel truck. It was his first time delivering to us, so I had a look. So that’s what the inside of our old faithful generator looks like. It drank a lot because it had seen quite a lot of use. Every night the electricity goes off 3 or 4 times. Every time it rains, it goes off. ..And sometimes in between, it goes off. As I hang over the little concrete wall, I begin to take in the scene. There is the guard’s little stash of this and that. A neatly placed pair of work shoes, a nasty old Tshirt, a green plastic patio chair, its broken leg fastened with telephone wire and…….deux seaus. Now is the world going to rain down seaus?