Tag Archives: Mike Berger

Fresh Water

The village children gazed at us in awe. We smiled and waved but got no response. Our drilling equipment made a terrible noise and the children ran in fright. The adults clapped their hands over their ears. And a mere … Continue reading

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From Monster To God

The boy clamped his eyes closed refusing to look. He hid behind his mother. Our native interpreter told the mother to put the boy on the chair. He refused to let go of her. He cried for help; tears filled … Continue reading

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