Things are already starting to seem normal here. It's weird. Just a month ago it was all so foreign: the noise, the people, the language, the culture, the food, the dirt. It is not new or different anymore. It's amazing how quickly we can adapt to a new environment.

My classes at Khartoum University and at the police station are going well. I was talking to the highest ranking police officer in my class the other day. Asking him about the most difficult parts of his job. He said that when he kicks down the door and storms someones house with his automatic rifle and 30 of his closest friends, it is quite scary. He also had a hard time when they shipped him off to Darfur to fight the rebels. I asked if I could come to the rifle range with him, but he said that we would both be arrested (they would think I was a spy). Oh well. Malesh.