Don’t get raped over there.
At the end of July I’m moving to Bangladesh for a year-long fellowship at a women’s college. It will be my first time living in a non-Western country.
The Lebanese Spy was generally supportive of this new development though he expressed multiple concerns about my safety. One afternoon while walking down the street, he turned to me out of the blue and announced, “I’m going to teach you how to use a knife.” As a former military officer, he’s certainly well-qualified to teach me the finer points of self-defense, yet I still burst out laughing.