The electricity cuts and water shortages were all part of the adventure when I first arrived. The honeymoon, if one can classify time spent in Angola as a holiday, is now over.
Today is a public holiday due to the Pope’s visit and we have no water. Flies are amassing around the dirty dishes are stacked high. I long for a shower. The floor needs mopping.
As much as I console myself that the situation is much harder for the poor here, and my longing for a wash in no way compares to the horrors of Afghanistan or Iraq. But I still feel dirty and I dream about showering.
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