Entry Number 11 Part 3
November 23, 1990
Hey Diary,
We're back at the hotel. The rest of the day went very well. I told Daddy about the little girl with vitiligo and he promised me we'd get some help for her. He found out about her, even though for some reason I didn't want to tell him. I thought it would make him sad. I was sitting on my bed, holding Baby Seal, and crying onto her head. Daddy was in the living room and heard me crying. He came in, sat down on my bed, and gave me a hug and a kiss. He asked me what was wrong, and I told him about the little girl and that she had no parents, and that she had been ostracized from the village because she has vitiligo, and that villagers thought she was cursed and the she is contagious. Daddy promised we'd go back to the village tomorrow, and with Adis translating, explain to them what vitiligo is. He may even tell the villagers that he has it. That's very brave of him, because no one outside the family and our friends know.
With that said, let's move on to some happy stuff. Adis knows of charities that can help the villagers. One is called Doctors Without Borders. They come to countries like Ethiopia and do things like vaccinate children and adults, set up clinics, and provide medicine to people who need it. He also knows of a charity called Global Water. They helped a village about 5 hours from here dig a well to have clean water. They can do the same here, and until they have a well, they provide villages with clean bottled water. There is also a charity called Books for Africa. They were founded just 2 years ago, and have already helped a lot of school children. This charity helped the same village who had the well dug, and now they have school supplies. Another one is called World Hunger Relief. They provide food for hungry people, which is good, but they also teach the people how to help themselves and grow their own food and things like that.
After we left the village, Adis took us sightseeing in the city proper. I took a bunch of pictures and I'll put them in you Diary, when I have some time and make a sort of scrapbook.
I have a picture of the airport runway, which I got out of a magazine. I also took pictures of the airport terminal where we landed, and the outside
I got shots of the outside of the hotel, the inside, the lobby and our room.
I also took pictures from our room's balcony, overlooking the town and a distant shot of our hotel.
I took some great shots of St. Georges Church and Addis Ababa University.
Last but not least, I took a picture of the exterior of Black Lion Hospital:
Daddy and I went here and gave cuddly toys to all the children. It made them very happy. Daddy even signed autographs and took pictures with the kids. I did the same.
Those are the pictures that I'll put in you, Diary. When I do, you'll officially be a scrapbook. It's been a very long day and I am tired, so Daddy, Baby Seal, and I are going to bed.
Nighty Night,
Katie