the world i see
Day 123
Back in London. Cold London. Is it just me or is it particularly cold for this time of year? I mean it’s May already. Welcome to an English summer I guess… which I’ll take over a Bangladesh summer any day thanks. It’s slightly surreal but comforting to be back; England appears exactly as I left it. Coming back into a world so familiar, but in which I have been the one changed, means I see it all a bit differently now. If nothing else it’s amazing to be a spectator again, to just watch the world and not have the world watch me. I’m practically invisible. At last! I took this little man, my nephew, to the park and watched him earnestly rearrange the cones. And no one even asked me what country I’m from.

Day 123

Back in London. Cold London. Is it just me or is it particularly cold for this time of year? I mean it’s May already. Welcome to an English summer I guess… which I’ll take over a Bangladesh summer any day thanks. It’s slightly surreal but comforting to be back; England appears exactly as I left it. Coming back into a world so familiar, but in which I have been the one changed, means I see it all a bit differently now. If nothing else it’s amazing to be a spectator again, to just watch the world and not have the world watch me. I’m practically invisible. At last! I took this little man, my nephew, to the park and watched him earnestly rearrange the cones. And no one even asked me what country I’m from.

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