While I was in Nepal, there was a 6.8 earthquake (~100 injured, 4 dead), severe late monsoons (25% of crops destroyed), a plane crash (19 dead), and landslides (unknown number of deaths and injuries).
I use to bike to school and race the cow carts and motorcycles. As almost every student and teacher did the same, I couldn’t understand how their bike lot was so small: apparently I’m not alone in my bike breaking down every day on the way to school, forcing me to leave it the bike shop to get repaired.
Even after diagrams of America and pictures of my family, whenever my younger students saw me on the street, they would shout all in one breath, “Hello, Serena. What is your name? Where are you from? How are you?”