The Fence

So this was the view from the upstairs window the other day.  That is my son on the monkey bars looking over the wall and barbed wire at the villagers living behind our house.  The mother and baby are waving to him.  

Ken and I were wondering what he was thinking about as we are on one side of the barbed wire fence
and they are on the other.  They have no shoes, and run in play in this very different environment. They don't even have a good ball to play with.

When the children noticed him they called out in the local language.  They were waving for him to come and play with them.  No one understood each others words but they communicated all the same.

He then came to me and wanted to know how to get to the other side of the fence. "The kids all seem to be having so much fun together and they want me to come play." We were about to start dinner so we simply told him not now and we would see about playing another day.

After much consideration we are planning to let him play with the kids from the other side of the fence, once we figure out how to get there.  We will have our driver with us to help with the language issue and ensure safety but we decided that in the long run, he will learn a lot and likely, so will we.  Wish us luck.