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KERALITE
                                                                                                               2018

                From swaying coconut trees to the littoral, blue sea,   mother and father. Our house was quaint and had
                it felt like I was more at home than ever. After nine   sheets of plastic serving as doors, as well as a
                hours of driving up rutted roads we finally reached     latrine and more sheets to create a showering
                our village of Thomas Élie. As we arrived children,    space.  Every  night  I  took  a  flashlight and  headed
                adults, and the elderly all swarmed our cars, as if we   out to shower, and I was able to look up and see the
                were celebrities or special cargo. Our Haitian         big dipper as well as a myriad of other stars.
                counterparts then hosted an amiable opening
                ceremony with everything ranging from singing to       Despite the schedule being the same for the next
                dancing. No time was wasted as we headed up to         eight days, each and every day included di erent
                the worksite right after the celebration concluded.    and eye-opening experiences. I was able to freely
                I’ll never forget walking up the steep incline and     roam the settlement and saw over fifty people
                then being able to look over the green,                cramming into a house to watch the World Cup, or
                mountainous, picturesque idyll. As the sun started     teenagers participating in their own soccer
                to set, we were dismissed to meet our new host         matches. We saw monopolies and oligopolies in the
                families. The anticipation was slowly eating away at   hamlet, and how they learned to prosper despite
                me as I was so eager to learn whose family I would     dealing with a superfluity of natural disasters as
                become a part of. My host family included a            well  as  political unrest. We  worked  hand-in-hand
                four-week-old kitten named Minu, five-month-old         with the villagers on the worksite building the
                baby named Lance, a ten-year-old boy named             school  for  at  least  four  hours  a  day,  bonding  and
                Jamieson, a sixteen-year-old sister named Tina, two    loving each other in spite of the linguistic divide.
                goats named Gary and Gertrude, and our host            Every moment from dawn to dusk we were
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