Today I finally made it to see my old lizard. My uncle drove me, and insisted on stopping on our way there to buy me a watermelon and the world’s best tomatoes. We saw lots of storks in villages on the way, even a whole flock of them (is it a “flock” of storks?) flying above us, which is something I’ve never seen before.
The old lizard is very old. She talks to imaginary people, which is something she pretty much always did, but it’s more intense now. She did recognize me and said it was good that I came. She also said I’ve grown very tall.
