Friday, January 01, 2010

The connection was lost

I tried to type on the dusty keyboard. The internet cafe was about 4 blocks from our house and I had been meaning to take the short walk so I could reconnect with home, send an email or two, post a brief comment on this blog. But though I managed to negotiate the price and get online, I realized as soon as I started typing that the keyboard was laid out in the French way, with the Q and W and T all in different places.

So even that. Even typing, which comes so naturally to me now, even that was foreign. Required careful, slow, hunt and peck to circumvent the wiring in my brain that said that a 'T' should go there and a 'Q' belonged over here.

I had paid for 30 minutes. I assumed that would be more than enough time, even with the ancient computer on old fashioned dial up. But by the end of the 30 minutes, I had barely managed to type a paragraph or two.

As I was walking back to the house I realized I had nothing to say anyway.


John Michael Keba said...

Well, I am glad you have found your voice, and a few things to say about your stay in Mali.

So, Rachel, how long before you become an expatriate? :-)

Rachel Nguyen said...

LOL, certainly not before my kids go off to college.... unless I can somehow convince them to come with me.

No. I don't know that I want to live there. But yes, I want to go back.

John Michael Keba said...

Yes, I imagine the romance wears off fast. It seems, after all, rather like a place trying desperately to join our desperate world.