My very tiny office in Guatemala City where we are for not to long.
My small office
It is tiny and I have some reminiscence to the primary school. Not inviting to sit there for hours, with a dead wall in front of me.
Everything gets smaller. My whole company fits in the relatively small backpack. My Edirol digital recorder, my camera, batteries and laptop. And still some space for the papers that I need to get a legal life here in Guatemala.
After half an hour, I start to feel my bottom…because I cannot move. To sit in the cockpit of the boat, also on wood, is more comfortable. At least there I can change and shift my weight. Sitting like this is a torture. Poor kids…
