Leaving our bikes outside we seek respite from the heat among the cool, dark, stone walls of the monastery. My fellow expat Halili has brought a mango which she shares with me. The sticky, fleshy fruit is very sensual. Halili refers to the experience as the fall of mango.
We have just heard that Saddam Hussein has invaded Kuwait. We are all shocked and terrified, fearing the worst. Is this the beginning of World War III? What path will the escalation take? Somehow being in Europe it feels more immediate. In North America there seems to be a greater detachment. How many there even know where Kuwait is? Global conflicts have been waged on European soil within human memory; the same cannot be said about North America. There is a buffer of abstraction.