Doing Good In Guyana – 10/31/2011

–by Miriam Tamara

Boated 10 minutes to the all male high security prison today. Saw prisoners with dental problems, HTN and diabetes and many other ailments. Some of the officers wanted to see us too. After clinic, I wanted to cry. I was exhausted and couldn’t put my finger on why I really felt so bad. I think in retrospect, it was being immersed in the hopelessness of prison life.


Everything is different here from home. Haven’t actually sat down on a toilet in a week. Grateful that I am not sick. I do, however, have a gnawing anxiety about the last two small plane rides.

Its Halloween at home and I think of my house being dark. I have not had to buy candy for the trick or treaters. No sign of a holiday here.

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