2 YEARS LATER

Day 27 – My Diary I just arrived in Sheikh yesterday. The air here is sharp, crisp, and filled with a kind of quiet that I’m not used to. It’s cold—colder than I expected—and last night, the sound of rain tapping against the roof felt foreign to me. Berbera, where I came from, was scorching hot, the kind of heat that settles into your bones and never lets go. In all my time there, I never saw rain, not even once. As I stepped off the bus, the chill hit me instantly. My breath fogged in the air, a sight I had never really seen before. I pulled my jacket closer, adjusting to the new reality. The roads here feel different, narrower, winding through hills instead of stretching endlessly under a relentless sun. The people walk at a slower pace, their voices softer, their greetings warmer. As soo...