June 30. Forest Voices.

Remember the day I shouted to the man, whose lean and clean English intimidated me so  much, because I mistakenly thought I had lost the ticket and he wouldn’t let me on the bus? It happened yesterday, it happened through my conscious mind, it keeps happening as temper is hard to overcome.

Meeting and dinner with Noah and Michael. We have a good conversation and I come up with the jolly idea to call my brother Caspar, who is a forest ecologist working in Sarawak. Since Noah is documenting indigenous knowledge of the people in Sarawak, I thought it would be a great idea to hook them up. I pull in my legs and listen to the skype conversation where Noah and my brother drop insider terms and I feel proud in a strange but pleasant way.