After visiting the orphanage time and time again, sometimes it's the little things you tend to notice and these are burned into your memory like a branding iron. I watched the boys yesterday being fed their afternoon meal of 3 slimey cheeseballs and warm milk. While the caregiver isn't looking they are trading the cheese for milk around the table of 5 kids. As they finish the cheese, they are literally licking the plate clean. All this is done while looking back at me and smiling. Then that night they are served Porridge (sp?). Personally I don't know what the hell porridge is, but this was a white soup served with a slice of buttered bread and when asked if they each wanted an extra peice of cheese on their bread they all jumped up and down with joy. A small peice of bread accidentally fell onto the floor and it was like a school pf pirahna attacking it's prey.
If only the kids in the states could witness such acts.....would it make them appreciate things more? Would they take things for granted? Who knows, but it sure has had an effect on me.
Well, it's wednesday morning here and I'm waiting for my translator to arrive from Kiev, then we get this show on the road again. Hopefully things will go smoothly and the passport info can be sent off. It seems when you're in a hurry, no one else is.....