Family I met last year in Candlelon, Domnican Republic, on the border. Haitians. They're killing Haitians in the DR, and authorities are deporting them "for their safety" due to a murder committed by a Haitian. I wonder if this family is still alive. This is the reality I deal with every day. No wonder I love reading romance. Just can't bring myself to keep reading THE FARMING OF BONES, the creative non-fiction book by Edwidge Dandicat. Great writing, compelling, yet because I know stuff like the massacre in the book still happens... guess I'll stick to fun reads for now. Leaving for Nicaragua in two weeks and bringing light books like Jennifer Ashley's CONFESSIONS OF A LINGERIE ADDICT.