Spent four hours earlier today with some good men from Somalia, Sudan, Guinea, and Haiti.
Most of the people I work with, from different nations around the world already speak two or three languages fluently, and are now learning or improving another. That's diligence. I can't even be bothered to improve my rusty Malay.
But there I am in one of life's many conflicted instances. I am running with many other people, from different parts of the world, only we are running in the opposite direction. But I once ran in the similar direction, almost a decade earlier. Not for the same reasons, unless what some of them felt was mere disillusionment. There we are, struggling to integrate, and to escape.
