Dear Friend,
Four sentences over ten pages. That is the length of my paper on Augusto Boal’s Theatre of the Oppressed, along with the subsequent observations I’ve made concerning A.R.T. Fusion in relation to the theories presented by Boal. Hoorah!
Other than language lessons with Ana, the rest of the day was mine to do with as I wished. When Iris and I returned to her flat that night I was able to present her, Vali, and their mother with the gifts I had purchased for them in Sioux Falls. I had bought them each dream catchers. They were each very happy with their gifts. Iris told me she had always wanted one and her mother kissed me on both cheeks. I tried explaining where I had bought them, but Iris told me that her mother was saying it didn’t matter where they had come from. It only mattered that I had given them as gifts.
The rest of the night was spent packing, which didn’t take all that long. I really just threw everything into convenient luggage places. They weren’t going to remain there for long. Tomorrow morning at nine-thirty I’ll be heading over to my new place, which happens to be Diana’s apartment. I’ve been told there are no crazy animals there.
Blessings.
Kailen
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