welcome back, again

The Unifembots: a preponderence of INTJs. This is after our reception to meet the good and great of Albanian society. Various came. The Prime Minister got the day wrong and came the day after. But I'm told by a bilingual source that he's an idiot in both English and Albanian. The British establishment is uninterested in treating human trafficking as a human rights issue (link is pdf). Guns and drugs are (ironically) much sexier than sex slavery...

Skinny malinks headbangs to ACDC. I am very ignorant of all this seventies-eighties music, all the classic AC-DC/Deep Purple/Bon Jovi/White Snake which everyone seems to know in this region, and get shocked when i don't. Sam, why didn't this form part of the musical education we spent those years sharing? Or maybe you got it and it somehow passed me by. In which case you're a traitorous bastard. But I still miss you like crazy.

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And from before Tirana, the night we designed a camera.

My incredible growing arm. The two in the middle are/were my pair of happiness, and now (the) one (with the boy) is gone, back to Other Life, which we all return to at some point. It's a strange way of knowing people, different to all the others I've experienced. According to those whose lives've been divided up into months-long chunks for the past few years (like amrei, the girl with the thumb), it gets very tiring emotionally, and I can believe it. On the other hand, it's never bad to find those few relationships which go beyond normal interaction in this ultra-incestuous environment.

Sorry for my tiredness and lack of links sprinkled through this blogue...