
The story repeats itself every morning, just around 8
AM. The relative morning calm of the hospital compound
is broken by a banging sound on the corrugated iron
roof. It sounds like someone's throwing stones up
there, but it isn't. It's the arrival of the vultures.
First they land on top of the house to examine the
backyards, where we and the neighbours are cooking
outdoors. If no dogs or human beings are around, they
spread their wings and land on the ground searching
for fish bones, pieces of meat or other leftovers from
yesterday's cooking.
They are alert, constantly turning their heads from
side to side, but surprisingly are not that shy. You
have to get quite close to them, before they
eventually take off into the trees nearby or back to
the safe haven of the roof. Perhaps they know that
around here people won't harm them. Israel, the actor
working with us on the film, told us that some people
in Sierra Leone believe that the vultures are their
dead ancestors and therefore should be treated with
respect. However, the vultures should take it too
easy, as in other parts of the country, especially in
the eastern border region near Liberia, people don't
let them jump around the cooking pots, but put them
in. The story goes, that if you travel in that part of
the country you can't be too sure that when you order
a chicken dish at a road side restaurant, you're lucky
to actually be served chicken!