The language barrier
Jul. 2nd, 2003 11:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blue_lotus13Today I was walking near the parliament building when I saw a child of about five lying on the pavement, crying. I looked around, but there was no one around that I could identify as a parent. I went over to the child, and put out my hand.
"Mom?" I said in Mongolian. I pointed in all directions.
The child looked at me, still crying. I motioned, and the child got up and we began walking together slowly, towards the security booth at parliament.
I had to stand there, just watching, as the child cried, and I was finally able to get someone to notice us, so I could get them to ask the child where her parents were.
I really wanted to help, I really wanted to do something, and I couldn't communicate.
Life is hard without words. I have been wondering why I've been writing here so much, and I've been thinking that I might not write as much when I get back to Canada. But right now is a time of change, and transition and I need to document it to prove it happened.
"Mom?" I said in Mongolian. I pointed in all directions.
The child looked at me, still crying. I motioned, and the child got up and we began walking together slowly, towards the security booth at parliament.
I had to stand there, just watching, as the child cried, and I was finally able to get someone to notice us, so I could get them to ask the child where her parents were.
I really wanted to help, I really wanted to do something, and I couldn't communicate.
Life is hard without words. I have been wondering why I've been writing here so much, and I've been thinking that I might not write as much when I get back to Canada. But right now is a time of change, and transition and I need to document it to prove it happened.
