Life in Equatoria was simple yet fulfilling.Every morning, Giacomo and I woke to the crowing of roosters. After a quick wash, we'd begin seeing patients.Diseases rarely seen back home—like malaria, typhoid, and malnutrition—were commonplace here.A month later, I could already communicate with the villages in simple Equatorian.A young boy held my hand and said in broken Thalish, "Doctor, thank you."His name was Kip Castro, the first patient I'd treated since arriving in Equatoria. He had severe malaria and almost didn't make it.I crouched and ruffled his hair. "Make sure to take your medicine, okay?"Kip nodded vigorously and pulled a handwoven bracelet from his pocket."For you."I took the simple yet heartfelt bracelet, my eyes growing slightly damp.That evening, I put the bracelet on my wrist.Giacomo noticed it, smiled, and said, "I saved Kip twice, yet he never gave me a bracelet.""Because you don't need one." I wiggled my wrist. "He gave it to me because I'm a
Mehr lesen