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On 15 February I borded the final plane to LBB. Closed, ferme à cle.

Five months less 5 days.

Only one short look back on takeoff, I closed my eyes and crashed hard asleep. The air was smooth, the sky clear, the sun bright and the Dylan over the VHF in the earphones all combined into a fine narcotic... I suppose the release of stress had something to do with it too.

Cindy the pilot let me sleep. I came to just in time to dodge the thunderheads on our descent into LBB.

As usual there were the endless difficulties and plans and changes and fights to find transport for my team and our gear - all of it: the books, the furniture, the bycycles, the stock. Truckers are just miserable. Of greater concern is out mounting numbers in the Centre Nutritional Therepeutic - 36 kids is the largest registration ever in my five months in Dubie. It has been just over two weeks since we did our last family food distribution in our CNS. Imagine the future before the harvest comes in. I still cannot abide by the decision.

Still i must be contented by the axiom 'doing what you can is better than nothing'. There are, of course, urgencies all over DRC and so 'petite à petite l'oiseau fait son lit'. I guess.