Dear Friends,
in the 6.5 minutes that I have left to use the Internet I want to give you a short picture of the life that I live in Emrang. It is very Idyllic.

Siting on the dateg eating my rice and staring into my smoldering cooking fire, I hear the voices of the folks in the village settling down behind me. There is Grandma and Grandma's house, then there is Binu's house and his son' Tale's house. A few of the grandchildren are sleepin in their grandparent's large room. Their parents are somewhere else (I can't ever figure out exactly where). The kikili's scream as the evening wind spins these precisely made propellors that are erected to scare away the demons, but it's not a noise that I pay special attention to.

Earlier while I was just cooking my rice a face appeared in the small doorway to my cooking area. It was the grandson "What are you cooking"?, he asked. "Rice." I responded "WE don't have any rice he says hinting.
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