I drop by the Canadian High Commission to discuss the project. The woman in charge of the fund surprises me--she is in charge of funding projects of NGOs and such but does not seem to know even the basics of the Red Cross. Where is her head buried? How can someone who is involved with donating funds to various NGOs be not aware of the existence of the Red Cross? We are, after all, the granddaddy of all humanitarian agencies, now 153 years old. The federation itself is now about 92 years old.
I go grocery shopping--not because I need to replenish my food stock, but because it gives me a chance to mingle with people. I do not meet anyone I know but the constant buzz is a nice change from echoes in the house. This house is humongous-- about 10,000 square feet. I am its only inhabitant at the moment. My boss is away in Central African Republic.
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