The tangible and the not so

It's hard being here right now, in the thick if it. Hard to switch off. 

Computers (that work and which are not crazily slow) are few and far between. 

I have an aching left trapezoid from the 80 litre rucksack and additional camera equipment  Ive been lugging around. More so, I have an aching heart from the stories left by the people I've met, which I am also carrying around.

(My bombed out flat in Dobrinje)