Before coming to Kurdistan, Cynthia asked what the atrition rate was. At that time, it was still too soon to say. Now I can honestly say it is high... and for a variety of reasons. But in the case of some, while it was probably in their own best interest to leave, those of us left behind mourn every time we see our inheritances. I have a few of Tf's steak knives and a stack of DVDs which I think he forgot about (I will try to get those to him somehow), some clothes from Cynthia, and a plethora of candles from Sarah... so useful on those nights when the electricity keeps cutting out. The above is a picture of Sarah's place with the candles I inherited on her last night in Naz City. (Note that she was on the side with the airport view).
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