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A woman in front of the trevi fountain, Rome, Italy.

A woman in front of the trevi fountain, Rome, Italy.


City streets sold in stone guide strokes that paint the makes of the Italian life. Country 6 this year and I have done less here than anywhere else and I love Italy for that reason. Less than 400 miles away from Thessilonica, a letter to it’s people has helped me today. I might be headed to Sicily soon. I am not sure where to go after Amos leaves tomorrow. I met a friend on a train and they invited me to their house. Five years later I wrote that friend and now am waiting for a response. I need a place to stay to edit my videos from El Salvador, Honduras and Ghana.

Through it all this year, nearing the 8th month, I have destined my attitude towards love and justice for my documentee’s and where is God in it all. Whether in dire circumstances with Sule in middle Ghana or alone on a hydro dam in Central America. How can it all be going on at once? So many cares in the world. Public is where life comes together because you have to meet with others. And God, it has to be time to step out and into him with failure and frailty expected. It is time I take a change and begin to serve people in a more God honoring way. His justice is the best. His love is the best. And the world is huge. I am beginning to place it all together, all my experience and reflect, never forgetting that justice is what love looks like in public.

I am leaving for Rome from Sweden right now. My brother is in France on the coast on his honeymoon. The slightest hint of red seeps from the farm houses we pass by on this bus as the sun rises 4 am Tuesday morning. It takes about 3 hours for the sun to rise here. It starts deep purple, and then hit the lower higher clouds with a violent pink whip and thus the highway and the surroundings are illuminated in a warm coat. I am on a bus. I feel and think about how I feel. What I am feeling. I can write for hours about the way my life looks and the looks  that my life mirrors. But i don’t really talk about what am I expecting or feeling. Some will remember this as the best 7 days of my life. We drive the next 2 hours to skafska airport in sweden as the light grows stronger from the sun. Street lamps yet to turn off. A photo is snapped of the sunrise, about to be taken back to korea. My mom an dad right now are on their way to sto for a trip back to dc. In love maybe more than when they got on the plane trip.

Every morning for the past week a woman who slept for two hours last night sets the table for the guests decorating it with cheese and salami, coffee and yougurt. After that her shadow will be seen in repitition casted upon white and yellow laced sheets being lightly placed on the morning lit clothes line. One by  one the sheets witll be placed, one of the most beautiful things to watch. Dobuled tied between the end of a 1700’s style swedish home and a old tree behind the breakfast table located on the lwan. The sheets profile her.

My brother will wake up as a man, ready to take his wife to france. my sister will wake up in califonrina, ready for her son , a bit tired from her trip by ready to serbe the lord and her husband.  my older brother will be ready for a new york state of mind and his wife will be thinking of when she last thought of how a baby would feel in side her stomach, now realizing it is for real.
Believe we are a feamily.

It is most rimportnat thing to do.

You ask, again, , And I answer. again. I am now past the faise that I don’t want to leave sweden and I am now anticipating rome. Countless bikes line up for their owners atto come from the train station. as people que for the bus I am on. 33 mintues after we left. What is importnat and what is eternal. What is important and what is from the world. from the world and amazing to remember.

Chris, you are very much

morning view from bus. "nothing special" scenes make room for great imagination.

morning view from bus. "nothing special" scenes make room for great imagination.

my pride and joy.

Rome, Here I come.