Day 4 - The Art of Drinking a Cup of Tea

Yesterday, I was writing, that our teams leave refugee camps before sunset and go back into the camp the following morning. We are moving in big white 4x4 vehicles, huge cars with big black antennas for radio communication, very often equiped with bullbars. Sometimes several vehicles move day after day, morning and evening, towards the camp and back.

Imagine you live in a small village in a small house just beside the road leading to the refugee camp. Every day you see the same fleet of big white cars passing by, strange people inside with slightly burnt skin and huge sunglasses on their red noses. In the morning from the left to right, in the evening from the right to the left, leaving a big cloud of dust behind.

What would you think of the people inside the car?