So, I could bore (or grieve) you with the details of today's nightmare, but what purpose would it serve? Instead, I'll fill you in on all I can about the few days at the orphanage. I know my subsequent visits there are what will keep me sane these long months. Here is how it started out:
|L-- shows her barbie to her caretaker.|
I wish I could share the experience first hand with you, of seeing those faces light up when they received their gifts. I tried to give each child a choice between two toys, but that proved too overwhelming for them. I would ask, which doll would you like? Or, which car? And a look of terror would appear on each face -- the choice was too overwhelming for them. One little blonde-haired boy looked back and forth between two cars, rapidly and then started crying 'I don't know! I don't know!' and ran away. I had to go after him and coax him back into the room. I eventually chose for him, the nicest red matchbox sports car I could find. He was still clutching it tight to his chest when I visited his group the next day!
|Giving out the toys to the youngest boys|
|Anya, Katya, Nastia and Svetlana eating fish soup.|
|Saying goodbye to Svetlana|
|Nastia up ahead, and D--, my shadow, waiting for me...|