November 5

November 5
10:45 am
Something feels important about November 5, but I can’t figure out what it is... what significance has it held in the past? Junior Miss, I know, but it seems like it’s something more...
This morning was mch better — I didn’t feel as sick, nor did I feel as awkward when grandma Barka accompanied me to the refuse heap that is my toilet. Things are starting to feel more normal, and I like my family a lot, despite the fact that we don’t really communicate.
I’m sitting right now next to Lahcen, surrounded by all the other SIT kids in the “salon” of a house on some high hill within the land holdings of the tribe of Ouled Khallou. There’s a nice funk in the room — mostly because we all had to take our shoes off to enter, and our feet stink. We’re all also sluggish, mostly from the lack of daily coffee and the food to which we’re accustomed. I’m sick of chubz (bread).
Life here is comfortable, and as long as I manage a bowel movement a day, I will be content.