There are many more areas where action can be taken. We have suggested to the local university bringing over some medical students whom we could teach and helping surgeons in training in Albania who need outside liaison where they can learn and bring back new ideas to their own country. When we go there we work with them. They train and work with us. The same applies to nurses. That is what makes it good.
Any money donated goes straight into the unit. We have brought over two truckloads of equipment already and kitted out three operating theatres. They are not state-of-the-art but are very good and functional. That has made a huge difference to them because they can continue the work we started over there. They now have the instruments they did not have and could not dream of getting. They now have basic instruments such as grafting knives and electric dermatomes, which we would use regularly. They needed some of that basic equipment. The Albanians are lovely people. Some of them are well trained but they do not have the wherewithal to treat many cases. They are faced with a huge number of burns injuries, far more than would be seen in any other European country, because they cook on small stoves in a small room and, as children do, they play and knock over the boiling pot of water and suffer a very bad scald or other injury.
We were overwhelmed by the different injuries we saw, including facial and hand injuries and skin cancers that had gone untreated for many years. Everybody was affected so badly I put down on paper what it felt like seeing these people and not being in control to some extent because there were so many cases coming before one. If I may I will read what I wrote down. It is called In the Steps of Skenderbeu, the warlord who tried to unite the country. It states:
The gnarled hand stands in front of me.
The young twisted face, motionless, stares at me.
The gaping wound cries its tears and wets me.
All this and more on my shoulders affects me.
The burns they do not stop but contract and torment.
The unclosed palate, [that is the cleft palate] wide open, defiantly gapes.
Fingers either too many, too little or just stuck together. [As one sees in syndactyly]
Walk in off the street, wait their turn in hope. [Many of them had taken a four, five or 12 hour journey just to see us]
Their faces tell it all, etched, furrowed, leathery.
Old beyond their years, shorter than yours or mine.
Only wanting what's best.
That's why they have walked for hours, travelled days, with minds focused, eaten little, smile less.
Within minutes diagnosis, treatment plan, name on list. [It is as easy as that. When they are seen it only takes a few minutes to diagnose].
Hand over heart, then thrown towards me with a smile.
I reciprocate, shake hands, then another, 160 times, each heart-shaking smile getting bigger. [You can see it in their faces. It is a dream to see].
We walked in the steps of Skenderbeu.
We stood in the shadows of those who have gone before.
We could not even speak their language yet we woke the eagles of Albania.
That is it. They are our neighbours. They live across the Continent from us. We do not speak their language but we can communicate, help and treat many people there who need treatment.