Nao chore

Techno: Te amo.
MeuExAmor: Voce me ama?
Techno: Sim.
MeuExAmor: Por que?
Techno: *sniffles*
MeuExAmor: Voce esta chorando?
Techno: Sim.
MeuExAmor: Por que? Eu estou bem. Nao chore.
Techno: Tem certeza?
MeuExAmor: Tenho.

He's awake, he can speak a little English, and he kind of knows who I am.

He doesn't know where I am or why I'm there.

Ai meu Deus, what did I do?

The American Red Cross doesn't have an agreement with Brasil. There's no way for them to verify an emergency message, and therefore no way for me to get emergency leave. I'm a half a world away, stranded in the desert, and I think this is the only time that I looked up at a plane and wished that I was on it since I've been here.

All I want is to be there.