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Over a year it's been since I showed up in this place, fresh from the concentration camp and feelin' a little lost. It was just me n' Luz then, and now there's over a dozen of us, tricklin' in a few at a time, the war still clinging and refusin' to let go. It's amazin' how things can change so much, yet still stay the same.
Joe's got a better memory for anniversarys than I do, not so much 'cause I'm forgetful but maybe because I don't measure life that way anymore. I figure everyday's an anniversary of somethin', and I should just be grateful to be livin' it. Still, it's really somethin', when I stop to think about it, a whole year. One of the most important of my life. It probably bears marking, and I'm glad enough I've got someone to remind me.
Days I'm not workin' with the buildin' crew, I volunteer at the second clinic, although the truth is there's not much for even the doctors to do. I just checked in and its quiet as ever, enough to send me towards the Compound instead, thinkin' about takin' an afternoon off. I can't recall the last time I sat down and read a book just for the hell of it. The trip to England, maybe, sweaty and cramped in like sardines, goin' stir crazy with nothin' to do. Got dozens of things I could be doin' now, and I still don't know what the hell to do with myself.
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Joe's got a better memory for anniversarys than I do, not so much 'cause I'm forgetful but maybe because I don't measure life that way anymore. I figure everyday's an anniversary of somethin', and I should just be grateful to be livin' it. Still, it's really somethin', when I stop to think about it, a whole year. One of the most important of my life. It probably bears marking, and I'm glad enough I've got someone to remind me.
Days I'm not workin' with the buildin' crew, I volunteer at the second clinic, although the truth is there's not much for even the doctors to do. I just checked in and its quiet as ever, enough to send me towards the Compound instead, thinkin' about takin' an afternoon off. I can't recall the last time I sat down and read a book just for the hell of it. The trip to England, maybe, sweaty and cramped in like sardines, goin' stir crazy with nothin' to do. Got dozens of things I could be doin' now, and I still don't know what the hell to do with myself.
[OOC: Find him anywhere on the path, new threads cool through Wednesday.]