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Exterior Roll Up Solar Shades Stock Size 72" x 96"
Exterior Roll Up Solar Shades Stock Size 72" x 96"
Beat the Heat with our Stock Size Roll Up Shades Fabric Color is Maui up to 86% Solar Blockage These roll up solar shades will cool your home or patio and thus save you money on your energy bill. The also block harmful UV rays that could fade furniture, carpet and hardwood. These shades reduce the glare on computer and television screens. While they block the sun they do not block the view. Included is a premium aluminum valance which protects the shade from the elements. Also a CD-ROM which provides easy Video installation instructions. A tie down is included to secure the shade.

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UNHCR News Story: Saving Somali children: Striving to stave off a health crisis in Ethiopian camp
UNHCR News Story: Saving Somali children: Striving to stave off a health crisis in Ethiopian camp
UNHCR's Doctor Chris Haskew examines an emaciated Somali refugee in Kobe camp, eastern Ethiopia. © UNHCR/G.Beals Saving Somali children: Striving to stave off a health crisis in Ethiopian camp KOBE REFUGEE CAMP, Ethiopia, August 26 (UNHCR) – Every grave tells a story and today the gravedigger relates the tale of a little Somali girl. First, she had diarrhoea. Then a fever and rashes surfaced on her body. Her eyes turned red. Over five days her condition grew worse. Finally, 10-year-old Hawaba Maday Issak perished. She was the fourth child in her family to die in the last 45 days. The graves at Kobe refugee camp are scattered here and there and their existence screams of an urgent condition. Between June 24, when the facility opened in eastern Ethiopia, and August 12, investigators found 16 grave sites containing 562 bodies. Of those, 476 were considered to be children under five years of age. Some are concentrated around the camp's centre while others sit along the outskirts. The graves are covered with little stones or thorn bushes to mark them for passers-by. In a camp the size of Kobe, if two children (aged five or under) die each day it is considered an emergency. On average, it is estimated that 10 children have died every day in Kobe since it opened. Acute malnutrition makes both children and adults vulnerable to everything from measles to pneumonia and is a major cause of the child mortality. UNHCR and its partners are urgently working to stave off an acute health crisis in Kobe camp. Doing so is one of the most difficult tasks imaginable. The camp is filled to capacity with about 25,000 civilians who have fled from drought, famine and conflict in neighbouring Somalia. During the day the heat is stifling. At night the winds are strong enough to overturn makeshift dwellings and cold enough to give a child pneumonia or worse. With malnutrition hovering in the wings, immune systems are reduced. Disease and death are never far off. But medical staff labour from dawn until well into the evening to help the sick while UNHCR and others have flown in tents for the refugees and provided water and latrines. Just as importantly, the refugee agency is teaching the importance of health and hygiene to people who, due to 20 years of conflict in their homeland, have been denied an understanding of basic health and medicine. Chris Haskew, a UNHCR health officer, approaches the crisis with the rigour of a detective. He examines the sizes of the graves – the only sure way to map the rate of mortality in the camp. He puts himself mentally in the place of individual refugees, attempting to discern the weak points of the camp's health and nutritional ecology. How can a woman who is sick travel to a far away water point, especially if she has children to watch over? How much does it cost and how long does it take for a family to take their children to a hospital? Will they have enough money or means to feed the others if they have to return as outpatients? What happens if an adult cannot move but must nevertheless be taken to hospital? Why do a significant number of parents take their children out of hospital when they show the first signs of improvement? "People aren't dying spontaneously; we can be systematic, we can be scientific in analyzing this problem," says Haskew. "This is a fundamental type of protection. We can do people the dignity of documenting what has happened." Even as the threat of disease casts a shadow, the results of the efforts of UNHCR, the Ethiopian government and other partners can be seen everywhere. One month ago there were perhaps eight functioning water points in the camp. Now there are 24. A month ago, there were approximately 30 latrines. Now there are 240. The vast majority of camp dwellers now have a tent for shelter. But despite these remarkable efforts, there isn't a single person working at the camp who is satisfied. "For me, the biggest achievement is that the international response has arrived," says Jo Hegenauer, head of UNHCR's Dollo Ado sub-office. "You have strong staff making strong improvements. But we still have a [long] way to go." UNHCR Field Officer Hossein Sodagar has just managed to move two families from their makeshift home of twigs and rags on the outskirts of the camp to the interior of Kobe, where there is a more comfortable tent. He helps the elderly woman pack up her belongings and places them in the back of his car before driving her to the new location. He knows that if he can get two families to move, the rest of the community will follow. The elderly woman sits in her new tent beaming when one of her neighbours begs Sodagar for his help. Then he finds Hindia Abdille, 35, with her three children lying ill in the shade. Her six-year-old daughter, Adoy, coughs incessantly and cannot swallow food. Adoy's brother Hussein, aged eight, is just skin and bones. Like his other sister, Sokoro, the s
Maoi Moments
Maoi Moments
Sitting at a table in a shady, cobble-stoned area between buildings, with seller's stalls, milling people, stores - everything - under the sky-spread green of a banyon, it's massive trunk rising beside me, I was watching a local cat, lanky black and white, meandering among the tables, sitting contentedly sometimes, living there on its own, not needing an owner. I petted it lightly behind the ears, and under its neck when it stretched its head up happily. Then a little boy came around the table, spotted it, and said to himself, "There it is." The cat immediately slipped under a fence behind me and walked off. I recognized this situation. I thought about it a while, then realized the cat was like a woman. I was the man who loved her. I felt her feelings, touched those feelings. The boy was MEN. The cat was an object. He wanted her. He wanted to grab her and pick her up.


Linda and I were sipping tea, waking up out on our balcony in the warm humid morning air, sitting back in two easy chairs. Linda had her feet pressed up against the railing. I put my cup down on the little wooden table. Just at the edge of my vision I noticed movement. I looked closer. Scurrying over the table were some tiny insects, so tiny I could hardly see them, looking like spiders, except that they were following each other like ants, running around on the table top and up and down one of its legs. They were very tiny, whitish. The more I looked the more of them I could see. I thought how strange to see spiders that behaved like ants. How would they find their prey without building webs? Were they scavengers? I brought it to Linda's attention and she was kind of ambivalent about the entire mystery, not really wanting to let it enter her morning mind, but wondering about it nevertheless. Because I was. She's like that. Well, eventually I took my glasses off and got my eyes right down there on top of them and could see that they had six legs, not eight. They actually were ants, just strangely coloured ones. I sat back. I had this feeling of having looked into some kind of a between-world. Yes. For sure. There are two worlds of critters in terms of us humans. There is the world of cats, birds, geckos, whales out in the water, brightly coloured fish, that kind of thing. They catch our attention. Then there are for instance the chicken-flu viruses, the assorted tropical amoebae and bacteria in the water, zillions of things we injest every day like dust mites (have you seen those magnified?), worm eggs in our boxes of cereal, and on and on. They are so tiny and we are so monstrously huge, mountain-like, that we don't notice each other. Can't. Wouldn't want to if we could. Don't need to. But between the geckos and the mites there are these in-between creatures. My little white ants for instance. Linda and I had just come back from the beach up at Ka'anipalli, a fancy resort area, where I swam for a bit and then where we had some lunch in this great, outdoor restaurant beside the sand, its heavy tables under huge shade umbrellas. I watched the little birds that liked to sit on the edge of the umbrellas, scan the tables and sand under them, and then flutter down fast to grab scraps - in and out before those great human legs came along. Well, now I wondered what else had been running around on those tables that not even I had noticed. And of course the waitresses were focused on much larger things, not the least of which was stress. The eyes of the tourists were half shut, seeing only the blue out there, sometimes the white rolling surf, and each others' eyes drifting in the ambiance.

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