Monday, August 14, 2006

more grief than words can describe

the working day seems destined for an unusually early finish and i make my way cheerfully towards the office for some chat via the mens' locker room

as i open the locker room's door, a small man in factory clothing is standing behind it

he is clutching a mobile phone and has wedged himself in to a corner to weep

his english is poor

he is alone

when i ask about his trouble, he shakes his head, unable at first to put words to the shape of his pain

eventually he tells me that his sister's children, survivors of the tsunami in sri lanka, have just been killed by a government plane bombing their orphanage

1 comment:

Unknown said...

That's a sad story. And the grievous news travels so far and so quickly!