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Gardens of the Embassy
F. Jacquot | MO n°193
April 2010 |  Dr Frederic Jacquot, an orthopedic surgeon from Hôpital Saint Antoine, Paris, took part in the SAMU/EPRUS mission that landed in Port au Prince on January 29th 2010. He worked for 12 days at the Adventist Hospital in Diquini, Haiti. The mission was housed in the gardens of the mangled French ambassador’s mansion. Six hundred. We are six hundred fellows Frenchmen – and women, some say six hundred and fifty, but certainly not more than seven hundred says the security guard. This is a giant summer camp settled in the gardens of the French Ambassador’s house in Haiti. Tents are randomly built everywhere from the swimming pool to the mansion, one against each other, in a delicate disorder. Logos blossom on the fabric city, identifying their inhabitants: Civil Security, Firemen from France and elsewhere, National Guards (wearing ...
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From Hong Kong SAR, with love: November 1997 - May 1998
Philipe Roure | MO n°81
January 1999 | Just before the final stage of my specialty training, I was given the opportunity to spend 6 months (from November 1997 to May 1998) in Hong Kong, working as a research associate at Queen Mary Hospital, in the Department of Hand Surgery headed by Prof. S.P. Chow.You may wonder why I should have gone to Hong Kong, of all places, to continue my training - why not go to the States, or to some European country?Of course, people have all sorts of preconceived ideas about what used, until quite recently, to be a British colony: Chinese people in rags, living in rabbit hutches; planes coming in at rooftop level; streets teeming with people - Chinese in traditional garb, like something out of a Tintin book, Jackie Chan lookalikes in Levis, British yuppies, etc.In actual fact, it is all quite different, but Hong Kong (which means ‘perfumed harbour’ ...
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COULD BE WORSE IN CLEVELAND
F. Jacquot | MO n°71
February 1998 | “Is this your first trip to the States?”“As a matter of fact, yes.”“You have a treat in store - you’ll see so much, so many new things. You’ll discover a new country, a new culture, because, as you know, everything is quite different over there. By the way - where exactly are you going?”“To Ohio - to Cleveland.”“Poor you!”“What do mean, poor me?”“But there is absolutely nothing to see out there - that’s what I mean.” This conversation took place on a trans-Atlantic flight. The chap sitting next to me knew what he was talking about: He taught French in Virginia, and was an ardent francophile. He drew me a very sombre thumbnail sketch of what was in store for me over the next few months.“Oh yes, if you are keen on that sort of ...
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