Week 11&12

I don't know if it can be inferred from these entries, but I really can never find peace. Week 11 began with me finally realizing my long-planned idea for my first tattoo on Tuesday. So now it says "Amaherezo impeshyi nanone" wrapped around my forearm, right next to a sun. Translated, it means "Finally Summer Again," which is the name of an album I really like. The appointment itself was quite fun; I was tattooed in a back room of an Indian who then got us beer and pizza. That might sound concerning, but he is actually the most renowned tattoo artist in Kigali, and he is also the only one who knows how to work with lighter skin. Two days later, on Thursday, there was a reception for all German volunteers in Rwanda hosted by the German embassy. There are probably around 50 of us. However, my friends and I were quite at the center of most activities here, so we actually knew almost everyone. And those we did not know, we found out we did not want to know, as it turned out as the evening went on. Right the following Friday, I started suffering from severe chills. This was followed by a high fever, and when I was dragged to the hospital on Saturday, it turned out that I had malaria. Fortunately, this disease is harmless if you take the medication on time, and after I did that, I felt significantly better by Tuesday. Still, I decided to take it easier afterward, and I booked accommodation at Lake Muhazi, one hour east of Kigali, for this weekend to give my body a bit of rest. Pictures of that in the next entry.