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Recalling my time in Haiti tends to go something like this:
I think back on mornings spent navigating traffic on a busy street, and a conversation in a crowded muggy kitchen, voices carrying the dinner hour well beyond nightfall, I remember my salty hair being yanked and pulled into a handful of messy braids by the kids on the beach, and that talk with a young guy at the top of La Citadelle Laferrière about what’s next, and what it’s like to make the climb to the top each and every day of his summer break to greet the visitors who come to marvel at the towering structure … 292 more words
One billion dollars.
I find it hard to get my head around that figure when most transactions in my household are less than three figures. In case you’re right now trying to count how many zeros come after the one in 1 billion – it’s nine. 656 more words