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And I wish I had more time to write. We’re in Kumasi now, in a super cozy B&B, and my brain is still a Swiss cheese. A melting Swiss cheese.

I wish I was less petty. I watched a video clip of the Lucia choir that was put together last minute at the SRC, something that me and Matilda organized last year and that now has become a tradition, I guess. And it looked so nice, and they did perfectly well without me, and I feel both happy and sad. Because I am here, and it’s great that they put it together anyway – but it got me thinking. Things are ending. Next year, I will not be able to sing with Kate and Matilda and Vivi and Elli either, because at least half of them will probably have left the country. And as for myself, I have no idea of where I’ll be either. Honestly. No Idea.

Terrifying thought.

But we’re going to West Africa’s largest marketplace tomorrow. So. At least there’s that.