Jordan/Mother,
Thought I might as well send a couple photos. The first one shows me and Amad, a boy that lives in a building across from my own. He's wonderful and we don't understand a word the other says and we're good friends. He's very frail, really has no use of his limbs. But he has great wit and charm about him, and when he calls out my name when I'm entering or exiting the outer gate to my home, it makes me feel good. We sit down together and don't understand a word, but like I said, it's good.
The second photos was taken during Revolution Day celebrations at Change Square - where the government opposition is camped out. Osama's a really impressive young man. While so many denizens of the tent city spend so much time chewing qat (I'm actually doing so right now and running strong), he's spent time shaping painting skills. And, lo and behold, a week or so ago, I run into him wearing scrubs, as he's now volunteering as a medical worker at the mosque-turned makeshift hospital adjoining Change Square and near the front gates of Sana'a University.
Love,
Luke
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