

Collective Spirit and some Angst
Two girls visiting in front of their homes along the pipeline area of the community. Her daily text and voice messages arrive either in the early morning hours or after midnight in my time zone. The two or three word texts arriving one after the other for an hour or so each time, inform me about her health, her job, or loss of a job, her indebtedness to her landlord, and her need for supplies which might be food rations or refills for her cooking gas cylinder. We also chat