DURING MY STRANDED weekend in Geneva I spent quite a bit of time standing in lines and waiting in hotel lobbies with my fellow 'trying to get to Nice' passengers. One such passenger was a very nice girl who was a first-year student at the University of Nice. She had won a scholarship to the school and had left her native Haiti to spend three years in Nice studying Neurology. We happened to be at the same breakfast table one morning and we talked about school, education in general, and her desire to get her Ph.D. in the United States (Columbia University). She also told me how excited she was that her parents might visit in the summer -- if they can get the money together for the flight.
Her parents live in Port-au-Prince.
I don't remember this girl's name, but I'm thinking about her and her family right now.