Killing me slowly

Today we woke up, spent a few hours working on our research and then went and hanged out with the staff at the orphanage. Elin even got me later to play a little with the children. I do not know if it is mentioned before, but I am really bad at hanging out with children. I mean, of course I love my own little cousins to play, hug and kiss. However, it is rather children that I do not know, that I have no idea how to be around. Still, today I have been helping a girl with her homework, and listening to her idea of what national values are. I enjoyed it a lot, mostly because I like discussions about stuff like that.   

Since I came to the orphanage I have had the urge to kill two people. I know! It is strong feelings and one should not abuse the word “kill”. But, it is actually the truth! There are two older women here, working as volunteers and they have the idea that they are saving the world, and rescuing the children from whatever is so bad. By the way I have no idea what is bad, and I think that they are the ones destroying the world! They are probably planning what dress to where when they come back to Sweden, and in their imagination, won the Nobel price. I am too angry to quote the fucking shit that comes from their mouths or explain what nonsense they are doing. That will perhaps be a later project. But, I swear, these women are killing me slowly. It has gone so far that I cannot even be in the same room as they. Mostly for Elin´s sake I am not fighting with them. Trust me, I want too. However, Elin does not want a big fight, so that should be respected. Still, they will know what I think of them, and I will make sure that the message cannot be mistaken. I guess I will just do it in a way, so an open fight will not occur. 

Now Elin is back. And we have gotten internet. This means that I can upload this, and check my emails...

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