My dad wrote this on Skype - he is in our part of Senegal now, staying in the guest-home that was about 40 minutes from our village: "I see evidence of our former life all around me. A book here, a video there, a familiar tool, a piece of silverware, some coffee mugs...it's kinda eerie.Like suddenly remembering something you hadn't thought of in years, and you wonder where it came from. Strange to be back here, yet no longer belonging. Treated as a visitor, not as someone who called this area home for 16 years. "
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