"Eventually the routine in Albania became downright comfortable. Even things like intermittent electricity, reading by candlelight, and warming my room with burning kerosene felt completely normal. Books became my cinema. Storytelling became my television. The hour hike to campus was simply my commute. A herd of sheep was my traffic jam. If you don’t know what it is to view Spam as a delicacy or Armed Forces Radio as a luxury, you haven’t really lived.
And then there were the days when that glorious routine came to a screeching halt." ( Neighbors and Wise Men: Sacred Encounters in a Portland Pub and Other Unexpected Places by Tony Kriz)
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