"squalor and [of] absolutely primitive living conditions."
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My group trained at Columbia. We were all college grads from relatively well-off families. I was the only one in my group that had ever used an outhouse or had some idea of what happened on a farm.
We got dropped off, one by one, at places like Arabsiyo and Odweina, Bossaso, Bulobuurte, Kismayo, Jamaame, Jilib. I had an arish with a long drop. Try describing that to your mother in California. Imagine how we could have done it if we had not had the full support of the Somali people? Up until the Kacaan we all thought we were engaged in the same project, nation building.
The only rice in the North when I was there was flavored by rat leavings from the ship it sailed in on from India. That doesn't make a very nice tale either.
Personally, I suffered culture shock going BOTH ways. It was a rough go that required other positive input to keep going. Fewer that half of the Volunteers finished the two year assignment, but most of us believed in what we were doing. The suspicion and rejection I hear everyday here is not something I ever experienced in Somalia during the Sixties.
You recall the upset in the Sudan over the toy named Mohammed? I consider the postcard in that same light. It was miscommunication over a matter of very different cultural perceptions. It was something the Peace Corps was intended to eliminate.
As you may know, the Peace Corps has a long and illustrious history in Nigeria. Here is the rest of the story of Marjorie's post card:
http://www.peacecorpswriters.org/pages/ ... chist.html