Memories
It's been an interesting few weeks managing a narrative capture in the UK and Pakistan, interpreting the material and writing the report. I freely admit that I have been moved to tears reading some of the material from refugee camps. 14 year olds taking about the suffering of others, when they face displacement and immanent violence is a sobering experience. The pilot is now complete, and I can catch up on multiple emails and other work which has been ignored under the pressure of a sustained period of 18 hour days. I should also get back into the habit of updating this blog daily.
This week I have been in Wales working on the definition phase of a series of possible pilot projects looking at the impact of Government. More of those in the future if they move forward. For the moment I was reflecting on displacement a sense of Hiraeth that comes on with increasing strength these days. Hiraeth is another of those welsh words, like Cynefin that have no literal translation, the nearest is a sense of longing, a desire to return to the place of your multiple belongings.