We flew to K today, in a very noisy helicopter, and landed beside the helipad. We wore ear muffs all the way, but even so I could hear funny clicking noises that made me nervous. The crew were Russian. Rushing here, rushing there.
Sorry. Old joke. We got here fine and God and the Russians willing, we will fly out on Tuesday. Till then, we have some work to do. Some 100,000 displaced people from the various, ongoing genocides are living here in K, for several years now. While conditions are not appalling, it is a hard, sad way to live. Mostly, they probably just want to go home. That is not going to happen any time soon.