I like the rhythm you got here.
Facial recognition was optimal. Long flight to the nippon.
A long flight. I study and rest. All my dreams tell me I am already back. A blink and an epoch passed. Maya The Bee is a strange friend in these trying times. At least my sleep was timed well. I have no time to waste on jetlag. Tokyo. I prefer the Japanese country side but this is not my final destination. Out of the rising sun as quickly as I arrived.
Why do certain images not post?
Back in the land of my ancestors. The air is smoky sweet. The night still warm from the humid heat of day. Peddlers, scammers, pick pockets, buisnessmen, polizi, kidnappers if you are foolish. The people here are naturally kind. Our local terrorist groups are even oddly friendly. I am ready to work. I am tired. It may take a few days for further updates.
glad to hear of your adventure. Hotels always make me feel that way. Once stayed in a place on the off-season, was the only guest, in a place with maybe 12 -20 rooms. The family who ran it were exceptionally nice. I felt like I was intruding.
As much as I love the city, it still deserves a nuke. Stray dogs and cats are plague rats. Kids playing in rotten food from the market. It is not without its charm. I know enough words to say yes, no, thank you,clean water, and fuck off. Few want to stay. Few ever leave. Playing bodyguard for the doctors is old. You see one alley in a shanti town you see them all. We leave for the island soon. Good work to be done there. Out of the sprawl. Finally.
Blind orphans was a bitter sweet experience. An all girl ophanage. They seem to be well taken care of but all had horrible abuse before they were found. One of the girls named Mery Ann got a kick holding my hand and feeling the knuckles and lines. Seeing my future.
>>2382>our local terrorist groups
I wake up before the rooster do. I share coffee with a local insomniac. We talk about the world while we stare at the ocean. Coffee back home tastes like bacon and cigarette smoke. Steak and potatos instead. The sky had some light to it now. I walk down the steps. Barefoot. Bare back. With the rising dawn on my back I race down the beach and.back again. I join our group in time for breakfast. We head to the hospital. Get things ready and cleaned up. The surgeons begin screening patients. Only six so far. "Go to every corner of this island and find them"
A church was bombed today. One went off during mass and another as people tried to escape. I decide against running today. I eat light. Along with my current responsibilities I am observing multiple complicated surgeries. Today will set the tone.
A mother comes to us outside the hospital. She begs us to help her son. He has suffered a genital deformity that should be taken care of before three months old. He is seven. He has suffered great pain and is forced to stay in their small sheet metal home to avoid infection. I write down their info and direct them to the screening room.
I stand behind the shoulder of a hero. He teaches his team how to do a multi stage eight hour surgery in a single three.
Dawn becomes night. We go to the hotel. Cold water but at least it works. In bed. I miss talking to you. Goodnight.
On a different island now. The local people performed their festival dance to us. Helped with a few surgeries last night. Held open a women's abdomen sowe could remove a.cyst covered uterus. We saved the ovaries though.
Good stories so far alice. Why do they like cDc so much? Have a good time and stay safe.
You know I am not sure. Out of all of the old hacker groups it was an odd choice. I tried searching and could not find anything really related. I have to figure out what is up with the image upload here before I can post my full gallery.
Neurotic followers of a solid cult. Ban on politalk is prob what keems them from being labeled nuts. Much love nonetheless!