It is cold on the mountain at night. I get up and put an extra shirt on and wrap my feet in a skirt. I hear drums and singing and celebrating down the mountain. I am told in the morning that it is a celebration following the circumcision of some baby boys. I am sleeping on a piece of foam and have a pillow filled with beans or something small like lentils. When it is time to rise for church I have a juice jug full of water with which to wash. My feet are dirty still and hair feels gummy. Yet when we all gather for worship on this beautiful mountain, and participate in the confirmation of 22 of the students.
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