The woman who looked like a lot of women at the camp poked a wooden spoon at the phone keyboard. "Give me that!" A camp leader typed in the question. The question was translated into the woman's primary language. Her eyes grew wide and she looked shocked. Then started guffawing loudly and bitterly. She grabbed at the skirts near her down there and started speaking wildly in Turkish. It was brash against the serene backdrop of nature in America. She pointed at several people as if her fingers were a gun. And heaved imaginary VD at everyone looking at her.
"Did ya guys sing last night?"
Some men and women rolled up sleeves to have blood taken.
"Where's the tent or whatevah ta donate?"
"Down that path to the big field."
It was big enough and flat enough for a medivac to come and go from.
"It's complicated."
"How so? What the hell?"
"Some are saying it's people not obeying orders! But that can't be addressed in the situation."
"What about the Kinesset decisions?"
"What about them? How can they collectively decide stuff from shelters and," the woman's voice trailed off. The young man had picked up a pot of boiled underwear and quickly moved towards the creek.
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