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How it started
We were going to our first job in a developing country.
In it's profound wisdom the Agency provided us with one to two weeks of preparation.
In Sweden, these preparation were done under the supervision of a Social Anthropologist, as he is a specialist trained in analysis the reactions of individuals who have to work in groups.
In the United Nations system, it would have been a Management Consultant.
So, we arrived at the training center.
We did not know what was expected of us.
We did not know the rules.
We were hopeful and happy.
We knew in our hart
That we were good people
That we were going to do a good job
That we would help people who were dying of starvation and illness.
That we had a high level of emotional stability.
That we were ready to accept other peoples believes and behaviors.
That all human are in a way equals.
That we were not drinkers
That we were not drug user.
That we were not fuckers.
That we were not corruptible.
That we were able to suffer
That humiliation was only a word, we were not concerned.