“Wow, you came so early!” said to Dorothy.
“Yes, because I will go to the field for monitoring boreholes at 7am.”
I thought for a while, and said to her, “I want to go there too!”
She also for a while, and said to me, “Okay!”

When we were talking with committee members around the borehole, people frequently came here to draw water. Then, they pumped the handle to pour water into a water jar and carried it on their head. Some people were drinking water at this place. Even animals, cows and birds, were enjoying drinking water that came from boreholes. I looked around the borehole. It was a dusty area with dry weather from every quarter, and I could not even see the evidence of a drop of water besides borehole area. This borehole must be like a place of heaven, oasis, to every household. Once again, I realized the preciousness of water.
While Dorothy and Nathan were pointing out something that should be improved, I could say nothing because they spoke in Tonga, the Southern province language. Since I have been moving around so many places since last June, I have already lost my interest to learn foreign languages. A ma’am greeted me “아부가부티! (How are you?) in Tonga so I said “I’m good!” in English. Then, everyone laughed.
It was a hot day, and I was quickly exhausted. Staff work during half-day on Friday, and we went back around 3pm. It was a good experience for me to see how community people actually use boreholes in a daily basis and maintain it.
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