For those of you reading from home, this was a week of los contrarios.
Big and small. Near and far. Perpetual isolation and sudden compassion. Nascent screaming and involuntary meditation. 2 108 ord igjen
You know when you are having a bad day for no particular reason and then you get something as innocuous as a hangnail… and suddenly you also have dysentery, someone warns if you dig a water hole your husband will get cholera, and your oxen died crossing the river? 858 ord igjen
Fifty four days in. Ahhh… I remember when I was just shy of 27 days in-country! How I have emotionally brined in these last few… whodoyouthinkIamkidding each day still feels like one whole month and I am swimming upside down in a fishbowl, stuck hearing underwater. 1 463 ord igjen