There was no posting because back here in Mal-land, I have had to subscribe, buy, install everything all over again.
We were lucky to get out when we did. God's hands were guiding us. That or dumb luck.
Our dear friends in Madland, Wanna & Yves, Gerard & Vero had to literally pack, toss, give away, organize the packing of our home. The house was left intact as were our beloved dogs & staff - thinking we were returning from a 2 weeks sojourn.
Now there's nothing to return to since Uncle is an arch enemy of the state since the government is overthrown, & PUNK is now "transition" President & a jewel in the crown is Uncle's company
Yeah. Right. Just like I could be a transitional Emperess if I ever get to be one.
I have been crying constantly daily - like post traumatic stress. Filled with great sadness. Think of Madland, cry. Think of doggies, cry. Think of our friends cry. Think of my hubby, cry. Think of our staff, cry.
If you dropped a hankerchief, I would cry. I can't help crying. Look for a beloved piece of barang left in Madland, cry.
Yesterday received an email that Walter the other foreigner holding the fort in Unc's company - he who finished his contract by end March - is now on the list of the fucking "transition government" of previous government people NOT allowed to leave Madland. Walter with Mirta his wife & 2 kids under 11.
Uncle tried to get some ambassadors to help. ZILCH. Ain't nobody can help Walter. Gerard is trying other ways.
I still have not been sleeping. Especially now. I feel guilty. That we are here & Walter is there. Uncle said he has been telling & TELLING Walter to leave a week ago but he had booked his tickets for April.
I am not a great prayer. But I pray now.
Much as one thinks one can feel safe & enjoy the peace, one can't.
EVERYTHING I am doing - like eat a good meal, I have been truly in the greatest dilemna if I should / could enjoy it because I KNOW what our friends are going through.