Yesterday was the first day in two weeks I saw the actual color of my feet, they are now clean. My blistered hands are healing, and my sun burnt skin is no longer pealing. I guess I would say that physically I feel fine, with these aftermath conditions I could have just about spent two weeks anywhere, but I didn’t, I spent two weeks in the heart of Africa, Malawi, and in the forgotten dirt roads of Zambia. To explain it best, I feel emotionally raped. In retrospect … We (students at Franklin College) are in general people of westernized countries, are people accustomed to the luxuries of life, and by luxuries I simply mean the daily shower, the freshly pressed bed, and the choice of 3 meals a day. Prior to arrival, we had
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