We're criminals that never broke no law

So I could tell you about the downfalls and peaks of The great wall. I could tell you about humiliation and honesty of the Chinese. I could tell you about a drunk aussie actor and his desire to murder his girlfriends' exes. Or the amateur photographer who told us a Beijing history trough his pictures that he could never had explained better had we shared a common language.

I could tell you about my job, but I won't, nor what it's like to meet someone you have a professional authority over in a setting where you don't. I'll just say that sometimes it matters. Sometimes, it's terrifying. Sometimes, it makes me happy.

I could tell you about systems, how they are made for some, accepted by many, and excluding to few. And about how I am one of the few in many cases.

I could tell you about how one of the best friends I made in Egypt is now in.shaa.allah a new-born mother and how I know it will change her life and how I am thinking more about her than I have done in months. I could tell you about how i am petrified something has gone wrong for her, and how I thing about how much motherhood must change a person.

I could tell you about how my boyfriend finally has a colleague who'se company I enjoy, despite the fact that she is prettier and easier to like.

I guess I don't have a lot to say. I have boring classes, days where I am only working for the man, drunken nights that makes no difference in my life whatsoever, and yet, that's my life. I'm alive even when I don't travel. Dixi