Every evening, I have a long hour and a half to two hour long bus ride back from the QNCC (conference center) and my hotel. In the event that I am not sitting next to anyone, or anyone who would like to talk, this is my go to song:
“I got, got to get
Get my head back on
I got, got to get myself together
When this hurt is gone
I got, got to get myself together
I got, got to get
Can’t tell what’s going wrong
I wish there’s something could be done
I’m not that clever.”
There’s something remarkably soothing about zoning out, thinking of nothing, and just taking into the twinkling city lights of Doha. No thoughts of negotiations. No conversation about world problems. Nothing but my fellow Swede and I gettin’ ourselves together.
For now, Aloha from Doha.
Drafted December 5th, 2012
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