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I’ve mentioned before how the gate guards and I attempt to make up for our mutual lack of understanding in each other’s language by pouring on the volume. It’s very amiable and I really get a lot of enjoyment from it (which is one thing that makes me question how I’d do long term in Laos.) Recently, as I left our complex to go to the store, we had our most memorable yelling interaction to date. —BACKGROUND — Background: when I started at Geneva, all of the Dag people were talking about Firefly . All the time. And asking me if I had seen it. All the time. My answer, as it is with most TV shows, was no. Then the guys from the Greek class started asking me if I had seen Firefly . Since I spent a lot of time with them, they decided to remedy my ignorance by showing me some episodes. It’s cowboys in space, has a great theme song, a little terribly mispronounced Chinese, and loads of snark. I fell in love. My mom is a knitter. So at some point in the last year or so,