The next morning we all got up early and head toward the airport in the van taxi from the night before. I haven’t been out when the sun is rising in a while and it was quite beautiful. We said our goodbyes to Kristeen and then head back home. It is a weird feeling to not have her here, but she’s headed back home to work on her own project.I poured myself into work. Umar made us breakfast and I spent the day organizing and editing music for “Risalo”. There are hours and hours of tapes to piece together and edit. It is one of those things where you just have to get in there, be stubborn and get it done. Once it is all sorted and synchronized, I can focus on the art of it. For now it is all about finding the pieces, seeing if something is missing and lining up each of the three tapes that were recording simultaneously to get 6 separate audio tracks to work with.The electricity keeps going and my laptop will only run for so long before I am forced to take a break. On one such break, I walked down the street and picked up a bag full of vegetables. It is odd to walk around without Kristeen.I put the bag of vegetables on the table and fell asleep in the room for a bit. Later, I woke up and got right to editing. Then a friend dropped by and Umar and he were cooking. I stepped out of the room and sure enough the okra had been cut and was being cooked. His friend even took out some of the meat that neighbors and friends had dropped by on Eid and added that to the mix.All I did was wash some cilantro and pluck the leaves, and we had a delicious meal.