The best part of the day here, is coming back to the room after a day of fieldwork, and stepping into the shower. Washing the sweat off my body, letting the cool water stop my blood from boiling.
Today, I noticed that I had burned my arms a little bit. Or, I’m not completely sure. The light both in the bathroom and in the main room is terribly bad, so I might just be imagining things. I am probably imagining things.
The black silk shirt that my aunt Kaarina gave me the day before I left Sweden, had white salt lines from sweat on the front and back. So did my black cotton sports bra.
I crave chips. And fries. And cheese. All fatty, salty things.
But a shower is amazing too.
Katja Malmborg 