Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Act 2

11/13/09 8:03AM Me. I'm waiting for yucca and fried eggs. I'm traveling to talk to some coffee coops.
ME
[I read in the newspaper about the crack down on a human trafficking operation involving Dominican and Haitians that bring in Haitian children to beg in the streets of Santo Domingo and Santiago]

11/13/09 3:23PM Me: arriving unannounced to talk with a coffee association. Guy at the bus stop: happened to have the phone number of the guy I wanted to meet. All in the back of a tiny truck with a steel frame to hold people on small benches facing each other. The "roof" of this transport is wooden branches and a tarp for rain. On top of the roof are several rice bags each weighing 125 lbs. With each speed bump and pot hole, the wooden "supports" flex downward about 1 inch. I turn to the Guy at the bus stop.

ME
What is the bus fare?

GUY AT THE BUS STOP
80. . .100

ME
To where I'm going

GUY AT THE BUS STOP
50


11/13/09 7:53PM Me: hungry. Coporino: the man I wanted to meet (above). Eva: his strikingly beautiful daughter. Eva's three boys: boys. Dinner: spaghetti and boiled green bananas. My second meal of the day. After eating all of mine and what Coporino didn't eat.

EVA
Are you sure you don't want more?

ME
No, but thank you. I've just killed what was killing me. I'm fine now.

EVA'S THREE BOYS
[running in and out of the kitchen and bedroom yelling and pulling on the curtins/doors]

COPORINO
How do you keep up with those little tigers?

EVA
I was made for this. This and two more. Two girls.

11/13/09 9:25PM Me. The MSG in the spaghetti leaves me tasting my mouth and craving water.
ME
[My mouth tastes delicious thanks to the MSG]
[I smile]

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