06.16.10 // Twenty-Five Toes // Lira Uganda I believe the phrase goes, ‘If these walls could talk, oh the stories they’d tell.” As I sit here with these children, I wonder what stories their feet would tell me. How many miles have they walked without shoes over rocky roads and uncultivated fields? How many times have they fetched the day’s water or run under a tree for shelter from the rain. These feet have built callouses to protect but also to survive. If their feet could talk, I think it would leave mine speechless.
His eyes are so intense, staring back at me like a little warrior. I wonder what he thinks when he looks at me so intently... Does he wonder why I am here as much as I want to know his story? Does he want to meet my family in the same way I want to know his sisters? Is he curious about my white skin and curly hair as much as I am intrigued by the dirt on his dark face? I wonder what he's thinking. But the only words he speaks are with his eyes. There comes a moment in each life experience where you must decide if...
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[excerpts from my observations, field notes and analysis at Page Street from January 25 - May 7 though names have been changed. all photographs taken with permission]
I’ve attended Page Street Center’s food distribution program almost every Monday for four months. What began as ethnographic research and language observations of an urban center turned into a relationship with the people that superseded a school project.
