#22: There is no power.

When every day life becomes an extreme sport.

Hi,

and thank you for reading my last post and welcome to my new followers!

In this newsletter I write about our life in Lusaka, my aim of writing instead of nursing, and how we live as a family with two cultures, two countries, multiple languages and how we move inbetween these, both physically and spiritually.

I spent the European summer in Sweden with our two kids. The oldest one, our sixteen year old has remained there. She now lives with my mum and dad, the firstborn grandchild to the firstborn daughter has returned, they are in heaven. She had a dream to do a Swedish studenten (high school graduation), and a bout a year ago she got really serious about it and in January this year she applied to a technical programme at one of the inner city schools in the middle of Stockholm, in July she got the news that she got in and she is now happy up north living her dream life. At least until Winter comes. But, she is fine. The Mother is ok too, thanks for asking.

Our youngest daughter, she is ten, and I returned back to Lusaka in the beginning of August. We left when Zesco (government electricity company) had just started warning about power cuts. The whole country was put on a schedule for load shedding. It started small, first they took power for four, then six, and eight hour cuts. But now, we have power, if we are lucky, about five to seven hours per 24 hrs.

Load shedding discussions by the fire.