Day 883

Met with the village elders. They trust me, and my work. It is good to be here.

Day 876

Tonight, I cook a meal on my own. I burn the noodles a little. It is a humble meal, as I am humble in the face of these people, this paddy.

Day 871

I stroll barefoot in the forest with the children. We watch as Gui Shap and Cobra spar and tussle under the canopy. Am I Gui Shap or Cobra?

Day 870

The German celebrates the NBA championship in his compound. I walk the streets of this village, to the simple school, and continue my work.

Day 866

The blood of my body is luminous. It marks everything, my trousers. I bleed for these people.

Day 860

My fissure has opened up. I bleed anew.