Eddie told a story about being a journalist in Haiti.
Eddie was a well-fed and well built Haitian man. He strictly worse dress pants and dress shirts. He was as black as a man can get before starting to turn blue. His voice was deep and powerful. His smiles were genuine and his eyes were honest. " There was a small group of people who had decided to protest the government. They were going on, how do you say it? Hungry strike? Yes, a hunger strike. After ten days, I look at their faces and their faces don't look like they hadn't eaten for ten days. If you don't eat for ten days, your face don't look like that. So, I see that every day a truck comes in and these men take barrels from the truck and into a warehouse. They go in, lock the door and come back out after a while to go back to their protest. One day I take my camera, go up to the door and BOOM I kick through it and take a picture of what's in there." He smiled to himself. "I got a great picture." He laughed a little. "They were all eating! I get a picture of everyone with a surprised look on their faces, everyone holding sandwiches and chewing and looking so surprised." He laughed a lot. "I caught people on a hunger strike having lunch!"
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