I know it’s been a long time since last I wrote, Nico. My apologies. What with recent developments, we’ve all been busy lately, dismantling the colony’s administration. Packing it all up like a briefcase. Doubtless you’ll have read about it; I don't trust the newspapers back home to offer an unbiased view of things, but they should at least give you a rough idea of the situation.
The good news is that I’ll be homeward bound soon enough. After two years’ service as a clerk, these may be the last words I pen in this country. I’m here at the outpost, hunched over my desk, trying to ignore the mosquitoes. Which reminds me: in all my letters, I can’t have mentioned the outpost more than half a dozen times. I always intended to devote an entire letter to it when I had the chance. Best-performing outpost in the province at one point—I told you that much, didn’t I? The secretary-general gave us