Back in November of 2010, the supply of vitamins and other supplements that I had brought with me was running low. I ordered the most essential products and had them mailed to my parents, who then repackaged everything and mailed it on to me. I knew it was a risky endeavor, so I wasn't surprised when the package seemed to be taking weeks to get here.
Weeks turned into months. I think it was in March that I finally accepted the fact that I was out a lot of money (in dollars or dirhams), and the box was probably sitting in a customs office in Casa, where it would remain until the end of days.
A few days ago, I received an e-mail from my mom. The box had, after nearly six months, found its way back to Nebraska. It was returned because I had not picked it up. Since it was never at the post office in Ifrane, I'm very curious to know where exactly the box was waiting for me to pick it up.
Oh, if only that box could tell its story, what a story it would be. And oh, the joys of living in Africa.
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