Going solo with Manno

This afternoon after waiting for someone to take me somewhere, (that's the way it has been set up so far,) it was getting late and also close to my favorite time to perform, the end of the day. Work is done and most people seem to have been at it since daybreak, so much clearng of rubble, all by hand. Today I saw a group of men demolishing what was left of a building, with sledge hammers and crow bar, busting the cement from the twisted rebar while next door they were mixing cement using only the primary tool, a shovel.
I decided to go out on my own to see what would transpire. As I left the hotel I ran into Manno, a 20 yr old Haitian who can speak a little English. He asked if he could come along , I just got my camera man!
We wandered up a street I had discovered on Google Earth! Sure enough, they were tents that I had seen lots of red blips along the street amazing that you can see that. We heard children singing, and discovered a Save The Children tent full of kids. Manno explained who I was and that I wanted to perform for them. They reluctantly agreed saying I could do 5 minutesbut no pictures. Not a problem. The 5 kept getting e tended for another 5,then another and another. By the end not only were the children well served but also the crowd that had gathered outside.
As we walked down the tent lined street I was recognized by a young boy from the school this am!
I had broken my diabolo string so had stopped at an intersection to fashion a repair. I felt eyes on my back and about 50 feet away a group of about 15 young adult men were chilling on some steps. I felt they were ripe for picking so I visually started playing with them. They took the bait, playfully taunting me. I started with some diabolo and from there on the crowd grew to 75 by the end.
On our way back home a little girl about 6, called out "Blanc" to me, I replied "noir" to her. She came to me took me by the hand and led me down the street, just giggling joyfully away. We rounded the corner to where her family was, also group of men, an old woman cooking, and they broke into laughter to see their little "noir" with this large "blanc" in tow. What a dear child.
I stopped at a little shop and picked the bottle of real Haitian hot sauce , custom made for me because every time I had asked for hot sauce,
I was handed a bottle of Louisiana hot sauce, straight from New Orleans!