You never know what the day will bring...

(I posted this at the end of April but was advised by Peace Corps to remove it, I think now that things have settled down I will post it, but know that I am not adding more information due to the lack of freedom of speech in this country and for my own safety...)
Phew what a day. And as it ends I am grateful to be alive and in such a beautiful place with so many kind people. Today I ate breakfast with my site mate Nora, who has one month before the end of her service. We shared ambasha (a delicious fresh flat bread) and “special fool” (a spicy bean and egg dish) and drank some bun aba watet (coffee with milk), and loz chai (tea with peanut butter). I then went up to the Ag office and was happily informed that Tenadesta, Salomon and I were scheduled to do a garden training with some local farmers for this Friday. Finally! With enough patience and persistence the Ag office folks are finally realizing I have something to offer them. So next I went around town gathering odd things like used coffee grounds, wood ash and charcoal powder from local shops that will be used for the soil amendments in the training.

After quickly going to the big muddy Wednesday market to buy onions, carrots, chard, and bananas I ate lunch and hopped on a mini bus to go to Robe hoping to use some fast internet. I am trying to take an online Buddhism philosophy class but its turning out to be very frustrating trying to download audio files. (Funny in trying to learn to be more patient through Buddhism I get very frustrated with the computers).

In Robe I said hello to my mini bus driver friend then walked around the corner to get a bajaj (motorcycle taxi) into the main part of town. I realized something was wrong when none of the drivers wanted to go to town. I finally found one that would take me part way and when I got out of the bajaj I saw a lot of people standing around looking down the road towards a huge mass of people about 200 meters away. In that moment I also saw that the internet shop was closed, along with every other shop on the road. A kind man spoke to me saying the university students were protesting and a moment later the mass broke out and started running towards us. That triggered everyone else to run, turning off onto side streets to avoid getting caught up into the mass of people.

 I started running/speed walking down the road back to the bus station when I heard gun shots. At that point I darted off the main road and waited for a moment with my heart racing. During that scary moment when everyone was running several people were very kind to me in inviting me into their shops to hide, or to go down the side street. I could have hid but I wanted to be out of there so I walked as fast as I could away from the crowd to go back to Goba. As I got farther away I still heard gun shots and the women had fear on their faces, while the young men seemed excited. Go figure.  The phone network stopped working (potentially the government blocking it) and I was glad to get a bus out of there quickly. Phew!

Evidently in the last few days there have been country wide protests at many universities about how the government suppresses the Oromo people which account for more than 30% of the population. It goes much deeper than that but people here are very hesitant to talk about it. I’m curious to see the news on TV but am guessing none of this is being reported (the government owns the TV network). Online I read that several people have died- police and students. Two months ago, in Addis Erik and I visited the “Red Terror” Museum telling the story of the military government that controlled Ethiopia in the 70’s and 80’s. Over 500,000 people were killed during that time to a brutally suppressive regime. In my time here I have often reflected on how much that affects the way people behave today.  History can be so very haunting.

Overall the longer I live in Ethiopia the safer I feel but today I just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Now I’m happily safe in my little cozy home drinking tea and about to prepare for an environment/ English class I will teach tomorrow. Stay tuned for my post on Italy, I’m slowly working on it. Things have been surprisingly busy in Goba since I returned last week.

As always- send emails, letters and love if you have a moment!