It's been almost three years now that I have been here. Why? I wonder. A while back, when I returned to my apartment to find it flooded - water flowing through the concrete walls-(concrete? don't they build dams out of that?) and I checked into an hotel for a week to be pampered while I looked for another apartment. At tea time one day, I met two middle-aged women, speaking English at another table. They invited me over.
"How did you come to be here?" They asked.
"You probably won't believe this. I know it sounds foolish. But God sent me." Sheepish - that is the proper word for my reply.
"Not foolish to us. We're nuns."