Today, was one of the most challenging days I've spent in Moldova. We took a bus into the town and as always it was jam-packed. This usually adds to the amusement of the adventure but today I
was utterly shocked.
We stopped to take more people onto the bus (which was
already full). A mother helped her
teenage daughter up the step. She was clearly very ill and in a real
state. She began having a fit, losing consciousness with her eyes rolling
back in her head. She kept throwing up and her hands couldn't stop twitching.
It was so harrowing to see what poverty really means. If you can’t afford a
healthcare you have to make the best of things. I don’t know where the mother
was trying to get her to but she seemed so desperate. We were able to give her
some water but, in a cramped bus you feel so helpless as to what you could do
in what was clearly a very serious situation. You wondered what their story was
and if she would make it to a hospital. Poverty really means a loss of dignity
in appalling situations.
