July 15- I have befriended the young girls in the neighborhood. We meet at night,
on the rooftop. One of them has a phone and a few downloaded music videos. I
sit on a pail and they cluster around me, their boney elbows resting on my
shoulders. They insist I watch their 1" screen filled with Haitian pop
stars. Sometimes they dance for me and sometimes I attempt to dance for them.
This brings a lot of laughter and rightfully so. When the bugs become too much,
I excuse myself and go back to my room. Tonight, I am bringing my MP3 player.
Madonna will be joining us.
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