“Hearts full, missions accomplished and stories of Your victories “
as ratatat – el pico plays
The sun has set over the Marmaria Sea.
The sea gulls have finally sought rest.
Laundry creaks softly drying in the breeze.
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I disassemble for the last time on this journey
Disconnecting wires, arranging, rearranging, settling parts and pieces into their niches in my bag.
I remember the moments all these connections allowed me to capture.
Power cables and batteries.
The fear, the hope, the smiles, the tears.
RCA cables and XLR’s.
The gear was heavy and the story was heavy.
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I pull tape off equipment that’s been there for three weeks. Some residue is left behind.
Like the story left behind on me far after this project is over and done with.
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I gained family.
I witnessed love destroy barriers of culture and religion.
I cried tears of joy with families who two weeks prior had been strangers in a land I knew nothing about.
United by love. By passion. By hope.
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I slept on floors, in chairs, on buses, planes and beds.
6 flights, some buses, a few boats and 3 continents.
3 different types of money.
42 sunrises and sunsets.
Now, we head home to keep telling this story to all who will listen.
“Hearts full, missions accomplished and stories of Your victories “



















