this morning #1780.
this morning, right as we were finishing breakfast, the whirs of a chopper touching down cut across the camp. the moment of truth. as you might imagine, over the weekend, the group had become quite the united front so, when we stepped outside to greet our benefactors, we stepped out with purpose. ready to talk them out of whatever they had planned for us. if possible. when only one of the men emerged from the helicopter, it wasn’t shocking but it did take us down a notch. before we’d even said “hi,” it was settled. something had changed. one of the funders was dead. massive heart attack. enough money left for one more month. after that, it’s over. given the sudden death, nobody protested. didn’t seem proper.