MYE 4101 is the license plate number of the faithful bus.
Buses come through the transition point each day and for some days I worked with loading the refugees onto the busses and recording which buses came and when. (so that they could get paid)
For the most part the buses are spotty, there is no real schedule and we can only prepare for the next one that could arrive in 5 minutes or in 90.
However, MYE 4101 was a man of his word, if he said he was coming back in 55 minutes he would be here, if he said 3 more buses from his company were coming within the next 2 hours then within the next 2 hours all 3 buses will have came.
I always new that he was coming back, I could always prepare to load his bus.
MYE 4101 was a beacon of hope and consistency within the chaos of the camp.
However, while working this post I also had the opportunity to carry sick and injured people onto the bus.
One man with a catheter, a 70+ year old women who couldn’t walk, people coming in and out on consciousness.
All people who only made it onto this bus because I was there to carry them… but my fear is who will be there to carry them next? Will there be someone as kind hearted as me to put all the weight on their shoulders and find a way to move this person forward to a safer better life?…. Or will people turn away and let them die on the side of the road during their travels?
Some people will not live through this journey without others, and it breaks my heart to watch a bus pull away with someone I know might not make it through the journey sitting in one of the passenger seats.
