Gilmour’s guitar caresses the night. The news tell me that the roads in Langtang valley are being reopened – life goes on, in spite of everything. On a Facebook video I can watch the locals rebuilding the roads, piling up the rocks. The road resembles the roads in Kangjim, but I know it can be anywhere.
You can stretch a direct line of recovery, confusion and PTSD from Sunday till Sunday. Look at me, I know what day it is. The driving directions are opposite, I can drink tap water, and the electrical switches that seem turned off are actually turned on, and vice versa.
The sounds of the falling rocks merged with the sounds of the earth moving, and in a short while the air was filled with dust and it wasn’t possible to see the mountain on the other side anymore.