I have just returned to Moyo from Adjumani, fighting an odd keyboard in the Internet place. I had my latest shower on Sunday, and will probably not get one untill late tomorrow. Moyo is dry. On top there is also no power. We have crossed 40 degrees today. My body is lathered in a fine mix of crunchy red dust and my own sweat, evaporating a smell I have gotten used to by now. I just had my third coke today, all sweetly hot.
I don't really know what to think of the day. Strange conclusions enter my head after a day in the Sudanese refugee settlements. Listening all day to the women's versions of human rights, watching the men get drunk from the local brew, the children being neglected, and people over and over again giving the same answers no matter how much I twist the questions. The men stating 'that our civic education programme now has brought modernisation, and equity'. I failed to see that today. I have listened to so much crap copy-talk, that I want to forget.
Maybe we should leave it to the Sudanese to sort out their stuff themselves?