There's this real sense of unease isn't there, when something so awful happens yet at the same time, the ordinary life persists - the sun shines, you make lunch, you talk to Lily. Living somewhere like Australia, you can't even fathom such unrest and violence.
Human beings can do such awful things to each other. We get - caught up. I can't pretend to know anything of what is going on, but I hope those drums fade.
The weird thing is that nothing of this is really new to me. I've been here since 2014, so I experienced the earthquake, the 2019 strike, the pandemic, the 2021 mini-strike, the 2022 strike, the 2023 beginning of the violence, 2024 the national energy crisis - and yet, it feels so different this time. I think it's because Lily is living with me now. I can't be out there and actively help people, but always stay behind, taking care for her. I usually combat unrest with work, organize for the expat community, mostly, as foreigners are not allowed to protest and some are really scared by this. Can't really do that these days.