My last night...
My last night in Dili. I can't believe it's almost over. It feels like it's only just begun. Of course there's still a lot of writing to be done. The report needs to be finalised before the end of the week and then my other life awaits.
I guess the one thing that strikes me about this trip is the importance of open communication and of keeping those channels open. In a society where the impulse to either fight or flee isso strong, learning how to flow is going to be a challenge. With the MAGs who are trained in particularly the fight impulse, they need to learn a new way of being. Strong doesn't always mean having the biggest rock or the fastest fists. Nonetheless, the potential for that new way does exist. I would not be doing this if I thought otherwise.
But the other lesson about communication involves the frustration at the difficulties in keeping in touch with my loved ones, keeping the connection alive. Realising how much I take for granted in my life back home.
Two weeks in a container without my gadgets that ensure that I am plugged in have made me realise how much I value the personal touch, the connection, how important that unwritten, unspoken communication is to me....
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