Today marks the six-month point of being cast back down into the city from the Balkan peregrinations, after the abrupt decline in work forced a hasty decamp via Bucharest. 11/15, Otopeni to Idlewild.
Through the entire six months -- difficulties, blizzards, storms, lack of sleep, etc., etc., I have kept my eyes firmly on the evils of the present place, and the hope to get back to a neutral and productive place of discovery and basic sufficiency.
I will not change my mind as to these matters. If I did, I would lose even what I have. My only existence is as the one fighting this battle.
Onward.