Our A-block elevator Racing to the gates! Amelie on the run In case you are wondering, David confirmed that Judah actually did touch that mattress. Can anyone guess what the sign at the top of this photo is for? Thankfully he didn’t tell me whether they touched these … Waiting for traffic to pass Typical neighborhood shops Walking home from work Home sweet home. It feels strange to us, but it is typical to have guards for houses and apartments here.  I do have to say it makes me feel safer when David’s traveling. On the other side of this glorious greenery is my friend Deepakshi’s flat.  I loved her…

This past month I’ve lived in a dream.  I’ve holed up in our little flat, in the shrunken world of our walled-up apartment complex, my body weak with sickness.  I’ve cringed back from noise and dirt and people and . . . from South Asia.  I’m a stranger in a strange land — my sickness every day reminding me of its strangeness — and the knowledge has been more than I can bear. So for this whole month I hid away, both because I needed to and because I wanted to.  So many times I prayed I’d go to sleep and wake back up at home in America, where everything…