Samarinda VSO — the courtyard, the forest, the university

Photo by Abdi Rahman on Unsplash

I worked in Samarinda in 1992. I was 26 years old but oh, dear, I was unwell. I had an eating disorder that ruled my days, I was promiscuous for all the wrong reasons (zero self respect) and I was angry particularly about injustices.

But this is not a political piece. And even though the personal is political, and being a VSO (Voluntary Services Overseas) volunteer…