i miss bangladesh. when i first came home, i was astounded at the quietness of sucktown, california. where were the sounds of millions of people going about their business at 2 am? (people in bangaldesh sleep really late and get up at 9 or 10) why were the streets empty? why wasn't my food fluorescent yellow with the power to stain any kind of fabric beyond repair? why didn't people constantly ask me questions about american in the most adorable broken english? why wasn't i there, continuing to learn and laugh and sing?

oh bangladesh!

i cried myself to sleep that night.

uganda 2009 maybe?

underground churches in china 2009 maybe?

nepal 2009 maybe?

summer.