And so begins another year in Kinsahsa....with all of the elements of a true Kinsahsa livelihood- a bit taxing, fast paced, full of colors and confusion, infused with passion and heartache, at times overwhelming in it's generosity and undervalued in potential.
I've arrived here changed in many ways. My brief sojourn in the US already feels to be more than a world away.
I've returned to Kinshasa with expectations and hope, only to have suffered as many losses as bits of wisdom gained. The accumulation of knowledge and perspective comes at a price. Once our eyes are opened, once an image has been viewed, it is impossible to un-see it ....though it seems we spend lifetimes perfecting this ability to unsee.
In the words of The Book Thief.... I am haunted by humans.
