This made me cry

Jag läser just nu i Jeffrey Sachs bok: "The end of Poverty". Han beskriver vad som möter honom i en by i Malawi, jag har själv varit i just Malawi så det här tog tag i mig. Han skriver:

"Where, we ask, are the workers? Out in the fields? The aid worker who has led us to the village shakes his head sadly and says no. They are nearly all dead. The village has been devastated by AIDS, which has ravaged this part of Malawi for several years now. There are just five men between twenty and forty years of age left in the village." vidare "The presence of death in Nthandire has been overwhelming in recent years. The grandmother's whom we meet are guardians for their orphaned grandchildren. Each woman has her own story of how her sons and daughters have died, leaving her to bear the burden of raising and providing for five or ten, sometimes fifteen, orphaned grandchildren. These women have reached an age where, in more prosperous places, they would be the revered matriarchs enjoying a well-earned rest from a lifetime of toil. But there is no break now, no chance for even a moment´s respite, because the grandmothers of this village, and countless others like it, knows that if they let up for a moment, these young children will die."

Sånt här berör mig ordentligt. Jag inser mer och mer att vi lever i en fantasivärld av överflöd och bekvämlighet.