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The place I live houses no native English speakers. The director of the program, Jackie, is approaching his thirties and grew up at St. Joseph's Home for Boys. Of all the teachers and program coordinators, he speaks the most English. Unfortunately for both of us, the questions he is able to pose thus far have proved confusing, as the more he finds out about me, the less he understands. I am, to him, an enigma. 

Our conversations go something like this:

'your kids- how old?'

     'no kids.'

'no kids?'

     'no, no kids'

'oh, ok. you're have husband?'

     'no husband.'

'no husband?'

     'no, no husband.'

'oh, ok. you leaving boyfriend?'

     'some time ago.'

'the last months ago?'

     'longer than that'

'oh ok. where you like to be live in haiti?'

     'I love it here, I want to learn Creole.'

'what is you loving here?'

     'the people, jackie.'

'the people is difference?'

     'yes.'

'oh, ok.'