From December 7, 2019

I was working on the Metz entry when at about 5:00am the apartment was thrust into total darkness. Simultaneously the lights turned off and the computer shut down. My first instinct was to head for the door and yell for Mackinson to start the generator. But I was not in Haiti. There was no one to call, nor was I really that familiar with my surroundings because my true home is in Port-au-Prince.

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