Refugee Life

So Duri and me are now in a hotel room in Nonthaburi, and things are better. We can go outside, jog, and sit on the porch without having to listen to gunshots and explosions. The air smells like crap (we are in a somewhat rural area) instead of burning tires. Our most dramatic moment so far was when I came home from work and thought Duri was gone from the room, only to discover that hotel staff had accidentally shut him in the closet.



There are many of us up here from school and we are grateful, but we are all still wanting to go home, and hoping it won't be too long.