The Deaf School

I went to visit a new friend Peace Corps Volunteer who teaches art there. The place is probably 40 km/ 2 hours traveling public transport or riding a bike and less than an hour if I somehow went direct. I certainly want to visit more. It is like out of a Herzog film.

There is an angular playground that no one plays on, crowded bunk rooms (though more are being built), and a mess hall. There are announcements at dinner - a big kid stands on top of a table. One big kid is particularly noticeable- everyone is scared of him and he walks around like a real tough guy, like a clown charachter.

The art stuff is hard for me to look at without feeling some pain but it is really great. They have done abstract self-portraits and kente weaving.