The second to last post was about how this month we have forsaken our comforts in Cornesti Moldova. In doing so I have found myself sharing a 2 “bedroom” (I use the term loosely) farm house with 4 other people- 2 other gentle men from my squad and two of the kids who grew up in the shelter here in Cornesti. The two of them are both young, with the oldest being 18 and his younger brother being 14. These two are incredible young men and both work hard maintain the farm here. Neither one of them has very much but is incredibly generous. A few nights ago they were boiling eggs on the farm (a regular occurrence for the men of A-squad). For the 2 of them they had 15 hard boiled eggs. I came in as they were draining them and they offered me 5 of their 15 leaving them with 10. Wes came in and they gave him 5 too. I know that this was there dinner and they laid down their rights to sacrificed to honor us. In addition to giving us some of their eggs they also split their salami and bread.
This post isn’t just about breaking bread with my roommates but the spirit behind it. You see, both one of them speak a ton of English and I speak zero Romanian. But it is in these moments of being human (not American or Moldovan) there is a connection there. I have shown them the photo album of my sisters and niece and they have shown me pictures they have from growing up. I have seen pictures of both of their American sponsors and their trips to the capital city of Chisinau. The three of us already have our own handshake to greet each other. I am still amazed by how deep bonds are forged in such a small amount of time.
