文档介绍：硬币的另一面
I was doing a big clean-up recently and my kids were helping. As he 1)rummaged through boxes and bags, one of my sons came across a knotted handkerchief with an old dark brown coin nestled inside.“Mum, can I have this? Can I play with this in my cash register?” he asked. I took one look and was immediately transported to another time. “You can play with all your coins, but not this one,” I said slowly.“This one’s special. I will never again see the woman who gave this to me.” I fingered the coin gently. “This coin is worth much more than its ary value.”
My son looked at me strangely and I explained. In 1991, I had spent five months in a 2)bleak African country, 3)Niger, 4)ravaged by sandstorms and blistering heat. There were many things I found difficult about this place―the climate and beggars were my biggest and most constant 5)gripes. Street 6)urchins would continually thrust their hands into your face, shouting “Cadeau! Cadeau!”(gift) in French, the former colonial tongue. After I’d finished my nursing 7)stint there, a friend and I headed for neighbouring 8
)Burkina Faso to work at a health clinic. “It’s much greener in Burkina. Even the Coke tastes better,” the locals assured us.
Arriving by taxi at our destination in Burkina, we began to unload. I had a large backpack and a smaller daypack. With my daypack wedged between my legs, I reached for my larger pie