#LifeInTheVillage

First of all, it is sometimes impossible to upload the pictures individually. We have rechargeable SIM cards that provide us with data volume, but usually do not allow us to upload large image files.

On Monday, after a relaxing week in Teyman, we finally went to Senya Beraku, the village where we will live and work for the next few weeks. After a two-hour drive, we were greeted by our super nice volunteer mom Tina (who is younger than us!). She cooks for us and we are delighted with the delicious dishes she conjures up for us every day. In the morning, bread, French toast or egg sandwich, and at lunch/dinner always warm food (sometimes even strange chickens lay an egg on the cool tile floor of the veranda). A luxury when we come home from work and don't have to cook ourselves. We also enjoy being just girls here and being able to freely move around the house.

Besides Tina, there are two other supervisors here (Clement and Steven), who take care of the volunteers' concerns and visit us at least once a day and also whenever we need them. Since today, we have an occasional little visitor:

Compared to Teyman, we experience a completely different dimension of poverty here. Since there are no trash cans here, the trash is often simply thrown by the roadside or into ditches. In the best case, it is collected and burned. We walk down to the sea and the beach is a fish market, a docking and landing place for fishing boats, a garbage dump, and a public toilet at the same time. Among the hustle and bustle, goats, pigs (one of which almost ran into us), chickens, and dogs roam aimlessly. Back in the village, a half-naked, immobile man lies on the ground surrounded by flies in the blazing sun, while a few meters away children play carefree. Fortunately, he starts moving after a few minutes and only seems to be sleeping. It is hardly possible to make progress without being greeted by children shouting Hello every 10 meters. Some approach us without any fear, touch us, ask for water, and even try to take something out of our lab coat pocket. That's why the camera has to stay at home. The mobile phone sometimes dares to come out of the lab coat pocket. Only the internet works better here, as the MTN transmission mast is just around the corner. That's why there are individual photos this time.

Miadogo,

Cosi & Emma