It’s a travel day: disrupted, fragmented. Hard to settle. Hard to write. Shards of time, split out. At the airport i stop for dinner. Loud: tannoy interrupts my thinking, people talking, constant noise. Hard in the restaurant: the staff are spread out, can’t communicate. So they improvise.
An emergent sign language: they whoop to catch attention, then gesture across the wide expanse of tables. The signs are alien to me, but clearly understood by the team: we are dispatched across to a table.
We are adaptable: the desire to communicate, the need to communicate, is strong. We find ways around the noise, find ways to convey the signal. Communities want to communicate: they find ways.
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Accounts of prisoners of war and prisoners in other prison camps give testimony to this deep ache to know and to be known. It seems like it it is unable to be suppressed .
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