Some have it and some don't. The perfecr interpreter for our kind of work is an extrovert but not an egotist; someone who carries energy across with clarity and enthusiasm and only translates what we actually say. The situation can be difficult when the translator takes over, says what he wants to say- at length -,disciplines the children sharply and wanders off to have phone conversations...
St Joseph's Home for Boys. worth googling. we stayed in the guest house attached and had wonderful food and excellent informal hospitality alongside the nine adolescent boys staying at ' Michael's Place.' The algebra homework every night was awesome, but then so was their dance company and their paintings - which were hung everywhere. The boys prefer to sleep outside and do so in a tent on a terrace. They bought the house next door - where we were - and they are in the proces of rebuiling the original with the biggest foundations I have ever seen. the original house was next door and had been wiped out by the earthquake - but no boys killed. It's one of the few rebuilding projects we have seen
Today we continue at 'our' orphange which sadly is far less well endowed. But that is why we are there. We are communicating better with Gerald who runs it and the sessions get progressivly better and the children jump and skip around the minibus as we arrive through the locked metal door. (Talking of metal, the favourite game enjoyed by both the lovely elderly Pierre Louis , the doorkeeper and the girls alike , is to chase them with a metal bar until they squeal...)
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