It was three in the afternoon when we navigated the mountain dirt path and soaked in the view of the city. Most times looking out from such heights can give you pause and perspective. These moments however, bordered on spiritual. We started off strong in spirit but in the middle it felt like a fool’s dream. We sang and we laughed and we cursed and at some point we almost gave in to the weariness and distance that tear beneath our shoes. In one breath I was trembling and in the next I was heartened by the strength exhibited by my fellow comrades. In the other I was reminded that this experience was invaluable.
9:35pm, we found ourselves seated by the window. I can’t recall what I had for dinner but I knew it was a restaurant that I didn’t belong to. Nevertheless we were there for a good reason - a toast was in order.