I'm harboring a fugitive, a defector of a kind and she lives in my soul and she drinks of my wine...

I am back in Dhaka. Back in the pollution and noise and chaotic life that is Dhaka. Alana loves the city, lives off its life and energy and I definitely have my moments where I feed off the life that pulses through this mass of people but in general, I miss space and freedom and fresh air. The most beautiful thing about the Bangladesh countryside for me, is its incredible flatness. Between the highrises of Dhaka, you don't notice the flatness of teh land, but in the country, between trees and rivers, the land lies completely prone and open against the sky. Maybe its flatness is part of the reason I love it so much. I feel at home there. No matter where I have been in the past few years, part of my soul is always tied up in the flat open land of southern alberta. And something about this similar Bangladesh countryside pulls at something deep inside me.

It is a strange feeling to have so much of myself spread across the world: My soul embedded in the soil of southern alberta, my mind tangled in my work here in dhaka and my heart spread between the tumbling river of the varsovia, honduras jungle, the snow covered streets of edmonton and a million other places strung along highway 2 from red deer and calgary to high river and lethbridge.