mesapotamian internship
& what is it about the place? Is it just some kind of exoticism that has me captive? & is it utterly, lamentably unethical to chase these feelings over the plains of Turkey & in to Iraq, the one Dubya saw fit to pull from the burning wreckage for his own ends? & sign up for a fucking non-profit? Dunno, but I'm struck with the irresistable notion, again, that there's no real way of getting my head around this stuff without Going There. I saw from close up on both sides in Palestine, what ends both political & apolitical groups can serve. But this is a drop in an ocean. & my big, head-churning Moral Dilemmas re: the big, head-churning world of Development need more answers. I know that development does not have to be anything like US Aid necessarily. & I know that Development can be & frequently is another bargaining chip of Power but I know that the opposite could be used as a bargaining chip too (think, stripping the masses of basic needs or rights in the name of Revolution). & I don't know what I wish the world looked like, not in detail. I wish that everybody lived in an environment that they looked after, that looked after them, & everybody looked after each other, & everybody had time to take long walks & paint pictures & had nice things to eat together & lots of books to read. Beyond that I'm not sure. The best I hope is that Kurdistan will take me a little further along my Ponderous Journey.