Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Rainy days are here again
There is something strange that happens here, when it rains. The winds somce sweeping in, and the dry dust, whose presence is so often only evidenced by the subtle change of the color of your clothes, becomes swept up into the air. Should the gale prove strong enough, and the rain arrive late enough, day turns to night. Suddenly one feels thrust into an apocolypse, and a feeling far more primal takes over as the sun disappears, swallowed by the earth beneath our feet.
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Hey Mike,
I can hardly believe you've been in Africa all this time and your journey is in its final stages. I just finished reading a book all in one sitting called "They Poured Fire on Us From the Sky", which was written by 3 young men from the Sudan, called 'Lost Boys' along with thousands of other boys who were displaced and wandered all over Sudan, Ethiopia, and Kenya trying to escape the fighting. It was so awful to read about their experiences, but how can you stop when you know that they had to deal with it, day in and day out, for 10 or more years before coming to America and being able to escape and share about their experience?
Anyway, I can imagine it's going to be hard to come back after a year in Africa. What are you going to think about this place, America?
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