I have arrived home to a city under attack by tiny cannons shooting off blasts into the air and long string of exploding mines where when one sets off a chain reaction of 5 minute explosions.
Unlike during the trip, I haven't seen four year old boys with their lighters running in opposite directions of lit fuses.
At least I have a never-ending cup of tea and an automatic washer. No longer will my fingers turn into fat sausages from the freezing cold of hand washed laundry in buckets of ice water.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
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