my days

on this blog again and two weeks since I returned from Burma, or Myanmar, as the generals call it. It was depressing. And returning was as depressing. The rest of the world is forgotten in a US presidential campaign that replaces one puppet with another, no matter how young and symbolically colourfull.
It's difficult to tell what is real these days. Sometimes I feel I have to choose between the everyday chores and details on the one hand, and what the press finds opportune to spend time doing on the other. Where is the world with all the good people? Are there anybody out there, and what do you spend time doing?