Since I'm here, four women and two men died in Kaligat. Yesterday it was Agnes and it was the first time that I have directly experienced. All others had passed the night. and everything we have noticed was the next day that a new guest had occupied the bed.
Agnes had already spent two years in Kaligat and had very serious cancer. A small, dainty old woman with wrinkles all over her face and cheeky eyes. I saw them every day in the last two weeks, even if I had not such close contact with her as with some others. She could be very grumpy, often had quite a pain. Every day she was joined by Sr. Koruna fresh. The wound was not a pretty sight. The last two days she was alert and surprisingly cheerful. Has complained or not at all gemotzt. The day before yesterday in the night it went well then you have very bad and it has not left his bed yesterday. (Most are on the day and sits around in the hallway.). The relaxed rhythm of the day was simply to decline. The beds were cleaned, mopped the floor, Chai distributed to all. Again and again, someone was sitting on her bed, holding her hand. At about eleven o'clock she has to breathe then simply aufgehoert. Another Volontairin noticed. When someone dies, then come the most that are there and gather around the bed of the deceased. The sisters pray a prayer for the dead, all share a Hail Mary and an Our Father. Including yesterday. With all pray, no matter what they believe. It is a delicate mood is created in a peculiar way. It occurs a moment of silence, a power-aware what this is about.
Agnes was finally washed and put in fresh clothing. Then, a blanket over it spread until it was picked up. Everyone will be buried in his own religion. In very few cases comes after the death of the family and take over the funeral, but usually carry the sisters.
Many of the other women in Kaligat have cried a lot, died as Agnes. Shepali, which for 12 years in Kaligat, completely motionless on her bed is accessible and speaks relatively good English told me a bit of it. Her grief was not to be overlooked. She says it was difficult - again and again, people are dying, have become part of their world. And this world is very small. But she believes in God and that Agnes is now a beautiful place.
Consoling arms were at most welcome. I have many details about angehoert Agnes in Hindi and Bengali. Finally, she was two years part of the "family" and was well known. One would think that it belongs in such a place as usual, that someone dies, but that's not true. Time and again it runs like a shiver of shock caused by the local residents. The tears rolled out of sadness, but also out of fear for their own death. And yet it's just part of the whole. and have lunch draws to mind the most freohlichere back into fields.
It's come and go on and off. No sooner had the corpse Took been picked up already had a new wife who has taken the bed. Hulda. Every day, nurses and longer lasting Volontaire out on the street and into the slums to search for those who have no one are at the end. One dies, then they will know where they are going to have to find someone new for the bed. As our sister Koruna Neuankoemmeling Hulda asked how she is, they answered with a small voice from a bundle of blankets:
"I exist somehow."
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