After a long journey I am lost in this big city. I think back to yesterday morning, in Ada, waking to talk out behind the house, and even the evening in Tema, the send off with clements at the airport. THe smells and sounds still ring in me as I am shaking on the street, having forgotten how to even stop a taxi. THe cold air at 10 or 15 degrees adds to my shaking but it is the difference that really gets to me. I seem lost, or something. I know whare I am going, but my head is not in it.
After a hot shower - teh first for months - I feel clean, but I can't help thinking back to my town, my people. With the school year done and a new season begining I am excited, but what have I left, what will I come back to. What have I done. Where am I going?
Venice, is my next short endevour, I am going to see the family there. THen back home. YOu see. I'm just not quite right. I have more to say, far more, but it will have to wait.
PEACE
ALEX