It’s All Done
The basketball court is complete. Somehow in less than two months the project was completed. This is a bit of a miracle in and of itself, in a place littered with half-finished houses. Projects get started, but without pushing to finish them, they linger in limbo for years. Here’s the happy ending to start with:
Just as we laid the last of the concrete the skies opened up. Everyone made a mad dash for the nearest meeting house, an old one with a rusty tin roof full of holes. The only dry spot was half-hunched under a concrete beam to avoid the drips, facing the newly finished concrete slab. Dadius, a friend, stood next to me, watching the rain fall on the concrete in silence for a few minutes. “A far lingach” – “It’s so pretty.”
The whole story is too long and complicated to tell it all in one post. I’ll put up the highlights in installments.
I’ve left Chuuk now, but I’ll keeping posting about my experience until I’m out of things to say, so keep checking back.
