Small joys of research in Aweil

  • Carrying water from the borehole, putting it in the bucket in the sun to warm up, and then showering at sunset outside in the grass open-air cubicle.
  • Managing to work out how to use the choke on my motorbike to make it start in the rain.
  • Waking up to tea and bread being brought to me by the toddler in the compound.  Make ’em work.
  • The moments where someone starts discussing something in an interview that I’ve been desperate for more details on, and my interpreter and I share a look of “jackpot”.
  • Roasting coffee beans in a skillet in a green, green village, on Sunday afternoons.
  • Being given a chunky-assed baby to hold for a bit.
  • Heavy rain on my tin roof.
  • People being genuinely happy and surprised when I say, I’ve heard that you were an activist for community language classes in Khartoum, ten years ago.  And then them looking mildly terrified about how I’ve tracked them down.
  • People giving me their “spy names” from secret work they did in Khartoum.
  • Finding Nutella in a local shop.  Bought three jars immediately.
  • Film nights in my compound, and the joy of small boys seeing orcs and hobbits.  (Ayak said she had nightmares about dinosaurs after we watched Jurassic Park, though.)
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