The uplifting weekend came crashing down at the beginning of this new workweek with today’s reporting on the killing of Linda from one of our sister organizations. She was part of our community, living on the outer more difficult edges, far from where we are allowed to go. Although we did not personally know her, we remembered her at the beginning of our weekly program managers meeting.
There are some difficult dynamics that I noticed around the office and also with Axel at home wondering what’s next. I absorb these vibes like a sponge. Ninety five percent of my work here is about managing relationships and all the psychological baggage that is wrapped up in them; five percent is what some refer to as ‘technical.’
We are reviewing our accomplishments for the year that started with my arrival here in 2009. There are lots of small activities, some very big ones, some that add up and some that do not. We are asked to also write about risks and challenges we see in the future, this next year that started last week, and the actions we propose to minimize or tackle them. Decreasing security is always one of them.
We have to report each month the number of security incidents that involve health facilities in the provinces that are supported by American tax dollars. I sent Axel the graph that accompanied the report. The bars are low and more or less similar in height until my arrival last year and then they steadily increase in length, from less than 25 incidents in March 2008 till 250 last month, a tenfold increase.
On dark days like this I wonder whether we can do anything useful here at all. Linda’s murder makes everything look suddenly very futile.
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