Unevents

Next week Tuesday is John’s last day at Gram Chetna. For a while I was a little bummed because I would be the only intern for the following week and a half. At one point we were going to have an intern from France, but it seemed like she was bailing because she wouldn’t return any of the emails John sent her. Prashand has been gone for the last few days and we haven’t been able to reach him. He’s in Uttar Pradesh visiting his wife and he shut his phone off for the week.

John had the bright idea this morning to check the Gram Chetna email account to make sure the French intern really wasn’t coming. She wasn’t responding to his emails from his personal account, but she originally emailed the main Gram Chetna address. When he signed in he saw that she and Prashand have been corresponding with one another for the last week, and Prashand didn’t tell anyone. She is coming, tomorrow in fact.

I’m overjoyed, but what the hell?! I had just gotten comfortable with the idea that I would be alone for my last week here. Prashand knew she was coming, gave her his cell phone number as the Gram Chetna contact number, then left for a week and shut his phone off. What was he thinking, if he was thinking at all?

Not much has been happening this week. I gave Prashand a list of information I need to finish my projects and then he left without giving me anything. Oh, and the generator was down, so we had no power for half the day. And then today we’re in day three of eight hour staff meetings. Luckily Prashand left his wireless internet data card, so most of my days have been spent screwing around online. I pretty much have next summer’s traveling planned out. How does Central America sound?