Some of the mother’s of students in Maddy’s class organized a lunch at the Agrilandia italian restaurant. It’s a restaurant on a working farm that produces all things Italian including a grape orchard, winery, italian herbs, and just about everything else under the italian sun. They have play areas, basketball and sand volleyball courts for the kids. In the states, their insurance company would shut the place down due to the swimming pool filled 1/3 of the way with brown muck…but that’s something to either like or hate about this place…there’s not a huge amount of lawsuits floating around to take the fun out of things.
The lunch was very good. We had a variety of pizzas, pastas with fresh pesto, antipasto with fennel, and bbq ribs which were really pretty good by US standards. We finished and headed home with Mr. Lu behind the wheel of his black Laibao We gave Madeline’s teacher a ride home.
Along a long stretch of road near the construction of the new airport, Maddy’s teacher, looking out the window said “uh oh”. Lisa and I had just enough time to look and see the feet and legs of a person off the side of the road, face down. Madeline was too focused on her Kim Possible game-boy game to even acknowledge the conversation but it became clear that we were looking at a dead guy. Oddly, there were tons of people on bicycles nonchalantly passing by too and pretending not to notice. Maddy’s teacher claims that during her time teaching in Tanzania, it was not uncommon to see this and that she would see it almost daily in Egypt. It’s a fact of life for countries who don’t have a huge public infrastructure for dealing with this.
I’m sure the guy will be picked up by health officials. If you stop and think about it, it’s not that weird. He probably got hit by a car and was tended to until he died. Those assisting probably had to get to work…”nothing to see…keep moving along…fact of life…no big deal”. But stuff like this is what really messes with the western mind. In some regards, it seems like a lack of civility by the locals yet on the other hand it makes sense from a practical standpoint. It makes us question why we (westerners) respond so differently to things like this. There’s not a darn thing that anyone can do for the guy except maybe make him easier to spot by the department of health truck. In the states, I would tend to the person until he was retrieved because there’s something in my mind that says “he might be dead but he still deserves some attention (humanity, respect or something like it). I guess in the western mind, life ends when the person is ceremonially acknowledged as dead rather than when the physical act occurs…until that time, we extend the same respect that we do to the living.
Ironically, strangers here are way more willing to lend you a hand with things without any motivation for remuneration. I bought some heavy consumer electronics today and a clerk from the store carried and loaded it into the taxi, the driver carried it into the apartment. Nobody held their hand out for a tip and they seemed to derive a pure sense of happiness from helping. If mutually exclusive, I think I’d rather be treated better/nicer/kinder while living than have any attention when dead.