a bit of unreal reality

that this is redundant
but
33 consonants
23 vowels
sweet mother

oh, and it's a language where there are multiple yous based on the heirarchy of respect and age,
age actually winning out over anything else.
what does a smartassy poet do there? be colloquial?
or is the deep abiding distrust still there with the bones of their families somewhere in the piles. no doubt. the art i saw last time was state sanctioned art. it was beautifully crafted, but the same image over and over. we went to the "school" where the deaf children painted the same painting and carved the same sculptures as a form of voyeuristic tourism. the crowds oohed and aahed. they bought it. yeah, it did feed the people. money is money is food...just help. you know, this is gonna be hard.
and then there are the guns. i keep reading that there are guns everywhere. guns kill. that is their purpose. better not be too smartassy.

but i am not to be there as myself. i am to be there as a representative. a higher cause. certainly know that role. so i can keep my mouth shut, all too well i am afraid...
and one has to understand before one can critique, so, a learning experience it is to be. thus far i have learned that the language is going to be a bitch. god know's what'll happen when it comes to the stuff i do know about, all western in my thinking.i've been told our assistance has been welcomed because we speak english. i'm almost sad to hear that, in a way.