the tenth day

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November 9th. Again.

It felt as if I had just started walking yesterday, and not ten years earlier, on the morning of my 26th birthday. One of my best birthdays ever.

And last year? I had started this leg of the walk when I was 34. I had walked through Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan for a few months, and I had spent my 35th birthday in disbelief, for it was the day when it became clear that fucking bigotry and stupidity and outright assholishness had become President.

Well.

This year, everything was swell. I got a big fat birthday cake:

birthday cake

And I got to know this little dude:

hi

A very important dude.

So yeah, it was good.



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