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THE
LONG DAY BEGINS AT CHECK OUT FROM ADDIS
BEFORE
FIVE AM AND CONTINUES IN THREE JUMPS TO
TO
A FORMAL VISITING PROFESSORSHIP,
MEETINGS
WITH THE DEAN AND THE CHAIRMAN OF SURGERY AND A SERIES OF LECTURES AND ROUNDS
WITH THE NEW GONDAR COLLEGE OF MEDICAL SCIENCES, AND EARLY EVENING IN THE HOTEL
GOHA OVERLOOKING THE GONDAR VALLEY
It was three AM when I woke up, and a good thing for that as well, since there was no alarm clock and no answer when I had tried to call the desk for a wake up call. I put a few of my things together, including stuffing the carry-on bag into the duffel bag, with a lot of empty capacity now that I had given the two packs of still-carried surgical and medical supplies to Rick Hodes last night to be distributed through the Mother Teresa Clinic and Gondar as appropriate. It is a good thing I had jettisoned the two bags, since I found I was overweight with what I still have left, since the 20 Kg limit is all I would be entitled to carry, and the books and journals I had carried for Gondar are half of the that total.
I went down to the lobby, where the door was locked
and the doorman was wrapped up in a blanket next to the door. He awakened when I put the two bags down and
tried to check out from the Hotel Ethiopia, a government hotel, and staffed and
serviced with about the alacrity one would expect from a sinecure job. I asked to call Air
I paced and looked outside in the pre-dawn darkness. I saw a line of heads moving silently through the dark on the far side of a wall that shielded their bodies from my view. It was a remarkable pantomime, since there was no sound and they were regularly spaced along the road, looking like a belt fed series of metal ducks in a shooting gallery making the turn and coming back for more. I then saw a few rifle barrels and a series of uniforms when they go to the end. Only later did I learn from my taxi driver that I was across the street from the Ministry of Defense, and the morning drill is putting out a deployment of enough troops to show a display of force that might discourage anyone from attempting a mass rally of their own. I watched as the conveyor belt of soldiers made the circuit again and again, figuring that at least what was doing by standing still for an hour was made to look much more worth while in the early waiting period before my departure scheduled a half hour earlier than we actually left.
We drove through empty streets and the huge
So, the young woman opened each of the glued shut film mailers to take out each exposed roll of film from the foil wrappers and the film box in which it is enclosed with the tag identifying it. “They are all the same,” I said. “How do I know that?” she said. “Because I just told you.” With great deliberation she ripped open the GWU film mailers on the next several packages and found out, sure enough, each was the same—except for the identifying tags which she had now scrambled, the purpose for my putting them all together in this fashion of organization. Having done all this, and with all the film isolated for hand checked search so as not to have it exposed to the X-Ray, she put it back into the clear translucent bag, and without further ceremony, took it over to the X-Ray scanner and dumped it on the conveyor belt.
There is no rationale in any of the security required maneuvers I have detected in this or other countries, except to delay and to check on the reaction of the passengers for signs of unusual behavior, like screaming out why are they doing this. I had my carabineers taken from me as a major threat to international security in Charles De Gaulle Paris last year for the express reason that the guards wanted to split up my new high tech carabineers. I had the batteries removed from each camera and laptop in Bagdogra because the guards there had a second market in used batteries. And, I went through this drill here at Addis Ababa since there was nothing else happening and the bored woman wanted to delay and talk with a westerner on entry into the airport since there would be nothing else to make here shift do anything but drag slowly along. And, who knows if there may not be a certain dreamy fog-like quality added to the pictures when they eventually do get processed in the new mailers which will have to be made up, since they are torn open to allow the film to fall out anyway?
It was surprisingly cool in the pre-dawn, as I sat
and waited for my flight. Almost
everyone except me was wearing heavy coats and stocking caps if they were not
wearing the nomadic blankets wrapped around them with the head covers pulled
down over their faces. I shivered and
tried to listen to the Amharic announcements about which flight destinations
were being called for. For domestic
flights they do not make announcements in English under the assumption that you
are already inside
IN FLIGHT WITH ETHIOPIAN AIR
OVER THE FORBIDDING
OF THE
I looked out over the long view from
the airplane window at a forbidding landscape of a highland plateau deeply burrowed
with canyons and crested buttes below. In the furrowed landscape I saw the
banded buttes with steep cliffs of rack face looking like the backdrop for a
spaghetti western movie. Far below would
be a small trickle of river in this the dry season at this point on the globe,
This is also the hottest time of the year when it is also driest. Even so, looking around me at the other
passengers, I might carried the only warm clothing I had brought—the George
Washington University Sweat Shirt and the fleece vest, which may have to be my
re-entry costume back into DC winter. We
approached our first stop and set down on a high butte flattened out at the top
and running to a cliff face for a “carrier takeoff” after we had swapped out
the passengers stopping here and picked up a few new ones for the next bounce
in this Fokker 50. The city of
We took off again for a half hour bounce to
We drove along the steep roads to go up the face of
some steep hillsides to
Just then we came around a curve in the uphill drive, and ahead I could see a group of clergy dressed in colorful garb and carrying multitiered religious umbrellas. Behind them stood a large number of women in identical white homespun robes looking toward the priests who were waving censors at the shape of a cloth covered coffin, resting on saw horses at the road side. This was the end of this colorful saga of life on the move on an Ethiopian roadway, in which one of its passengers was no longer quite so vital as most of those I had seen already, and was being carried down the road to a burial service in a churchyard. I hope the camera did not fail to take the picture as I had ordered it to do so, but a camera with a mind of its own is not my favorite tool.
Camera glitches aside, I decided already that I liked
the vitality of this hillside
ARRIVE AT
Deans’ Office AT
GCMS—
I was dropped at the Office of the Dean and sat in the secretary’s spot
as Iskaendaer, the competent secretary, went in and out, making calls to alert
Mensur Osman the professor and chair of surgery as well as the Dean of my
arrival. I waited and soon met the
Dean. He and I had a very quiet talk
which he announced was for him a very important meeting with lots of potential
of good collaboration. He is a
physiologist, and has major emphases on teaching the underclass of medical
student. The
THE HOTEL
GOHA,
ON THE CREST
OF THE HILL OVER
I was driven up the hill from the Dean’s Office by a
driver in a white Mercedes van. I was
registered in at the Hotel Doha, the place
to be in
I snatched up several lectures in the form of the slides to support such a talk and found that the ring had come off the carrousel which made the whole of the slides on surgical infection fall into the suitcase in a total shambles that I could not sort out again without several hours to individually correct them. So the afternoon lecture on the subject of surgical infection and its management and prevention is going to have to be rescheduled, and I should begin with the topic of Surgery in the Developing World.
I gave the lecture during my low point in my circadian rhythm, but I tried to shake that and respond to the questions and the interests of the medical students, 12 interns, six residents of the first group to have just started and the dozen GPs I will meet individually on the ward rounds.
The lecture was intensive, and I tried to stir up a good deal of interaction and discussion. The students were very attentive and grateful, but very reticent and shy about responding, so that the interactive part I had to coax from them. They seemed really to enjoy it and did stay extra long. I exhausted myself in the process, and began to feel some sort of illness coming on. For that reason I was happy to be going back to the Hotel Goha, where I thought I should have a quiet dinner alone and simply go to bed to start recharging the batteries for the following day when I would repeat the whole process again. I did so, and could hardly stay awake long enough to eat, but sat down as a fellow in a Williams College tee shirt came into the room and asked if he might join me,
Leo Murray is a graduate of Williams College and came
from Boston originally, having gone to Hong Kong to teach English for a year,
and has subsequently lived there for most of his life of 61 years. He married a Hong Kong woman each for the
first time, only six years ago, but he has continued his penchant for hiking in
various interesting places on earth, among them 23 trips to Nepal. He had especially enjoyed
And, tomorrow is a still bigger and better day!