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05-25-2016, 01:06 AM
24 May 2016
No intention set
The spouse and I are on an Air Force base(people wearing AF uniforms). We're standing in a line to get food. A blonde woman is trying to keep the line moving and make sure people don't take too much so everyone gets something to eat. She's harried and abrupt, snapping at people, and short-tempered. People are muttering about what a bitch she's being. Spouse and I don't speak beyond a few idle comments about nothing in particular.
Then we're wandering around a field covered with large mounds. The mounds are circular with an opening cut into one side. I peer inside several of the openings and see the same thing in each: Tipi-looking setups made from branches or planks and small fire rings next to each tipi setup. It's obvious from the stacks of personal belongings that people are living in these spaces.
Back to the surly woman. We see her in a corridor. Her hair is an untidy mess but her uniform is crisp and clean. She's propped against a wall, her fatigue obvious. She sees us and says, I know people think I'm being a bitch. No, I say, I don't think that. Spouse agrees. I add, I think you're trying to do an overwhelming job and you're tired. She looks at me, then wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. Thank you, she says, It wasn't bad at first but there are more people now and more arriving every day but we're not getting more food or supplies. If we don't get a shipment soon, we're going to have to start rationing. But that's just putting off the inevitable. We're going to run out of food and when that happens, things are going to get very, very ugly. I don't know what to do. Then she straightens, shoves her hair out of her face. and says, And I just made our job harder by telling you this. I shake my head and say, We're just passing through and I have no intention of telling anyone here what you've said. Besides, if it's as bad as you say, they'll find out soon enough as it is. She eyes us. Says, Who are you? You don't belong here. You're not like the rest of them. I smile and say, We're just travellers passing through, witnessing what's happening all over. Whatever, she says, But it's time for me to be a bitch again. Good luck, we tell her. She turns and goes through a doorway. Spouse and I continue walking down the corridor.
Notes:
The people in the food line looked like they'd been through a rough time. Haggard, dirty, clothes worn. The spouse and I stood out mainly because we were clean, yet no one seemed to notice us.
The mounds in the ground remind me of the bunkers that can be found on some military bases. These were missing the doors and were being used to house people.
There was a sense of cold. Like it was winter time.
The food being handed out was a sort of soup with lots of rice but very little meat and veggies and a piece of bread. The people didn't complain about the food but they certainly didn't like having to follow the rules.
No intention set
The spouse and I are on an Air Force base(people wearing AF uniforms). We're standing in a line to get food. A blonde woman is trying to keep the line moving and make sure people don't take too much so everyone gets something to eat. She's harried and abrupt, snapping at people, and short-tempered. People are muttering about what a bitch she's being. Spouse and I don't speak beyond a few idle comments about nothing in particular.
Then we're wandering around a field covered with large mounds. The mounds are circular with an opening cut into one side. I peer inside several of the openings and see the same thing in each: Tipi-looking setups made from branches or planks and small fire rings next to each tipi setup. It's obvious from the stacks of personal belongings that people are living in these spaces.
Back to the surly woman. We see her in a corridor. Her hair is an untidy mess but her uniform is crisp and clean. She's propped against a wall, her fatigue obvious. She sees us and says, I know people think I'm being a bitch. No, I say, I don't think that. Spouse agrees. I add, I think you're trying to do an overwhelming job and you're tired. She looks at me, then wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. Thank you, she says, It wasn't bad at first but there are more people now and more arriving every day but we're not getting more food or supplies. If we don't get a shipment soon, we're going to have to start rationing. But that's just putting off the inevitable. We're going to run out of food and when that happens, things are going to get very, very ugly. I don't know what to do. Then she straightens, shoves her hair out of her face. and says, And I just made our job harder by telling you this. I shake my head and say, We're just passing through and I have no intention of telling anyone here what you've said. Besides, if it's as bad as you say, they'll find out soon enough as it is. She eyes us. Says, Who are you? You don't belong here. You're not like the rest of them. I smile and say, We're just travellers passing through, witnessing what's happening all over. Whatever, she says, But it's time for me to be a bitch again. Good luck, we tell her. She turns and goes through a doorway. Spouse and I continue walking down the corridor.
Notes:
The people in the food line looked like they'd been through a rough time. Haggard, dirty, clothes worn. The spouse and I stood out mainly because we were clean, yet no one seemed to notice us.
The mounds in the ground remind me of the bunkers that can be found on some military bases. These were missing the doors and were being used to house people.
There was a sense of cold. Like it was winter time.
The food being handed out was a sort of soup with lots of rice but very little meat and veggies and a piece of bread. The people didn't complain about the food but they certainly didn't like having to follow the rules.
