When I was in my late teens our church sponsored a refugee family from Eritrea. My father was a very generous farmer and he would often supply the family with beef and pork when he sent animals to slaughter. It was not uncommon for Dad to get Christmas cards from families years after they’d moved to other areas of the nation.
My daughter and I had dinner tonight and in conversation she mentioned a friend’s family were from Ethiopia –Eritrea. She mentioned that the community is very close knit. As the sponsored family gained independence we lost touch. I’m now wondering if news may be forthcoming.