Spaces in Between
Still, it's great to be home. The graduation between rich and poor is reassuring. My last night in Dar I went out with a new friend Leka, who helps run the Ifakara medical training center. We painted the town, going from club to club, where live bands played local and pop music and the crowd was getting down. The spots were amazing--completely beautiful, and filled with beautiful people, and mostly located in places like Oyster Bay, which hold a mix of the ex-pat community and government employees. But in the taxi rides in between, flickers of fire would make you turn your head, and you realize that there were literally hundreds of people huddled on the side of the road. Or walking. Or just barely existing, in whatever way they could.
Mark has a song called "The Spaces in Between." In Dar, which is experiencing a boom compared to other regions in East Africa, these people filled the spaces in between. And coming back to the US, the third world fills our spaces in between. In Tanzania, the upper class knows this. But as I drove past the crowd of hipsters on my way home last night, it occured to me that people in the US don't realize it.
There's much to write about. I can't wait. So stay tuned.