I visited there some years before their big earthquake, and a pastor took me from the airport to stay in his house. He didn't even know me. All he knew was from a translator I met on the plane. Without any questions, he gave me a room to sleep in that night, and let me speak in his Church. And he fed me WONDERFUL FOOD the time I was there. Magnificent people I miss so much I fear died in the wreckage of the quake.
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