Wednesday morning, I worked with Anastasia again. This lifted my spirits as I knew that we were being as efficient as possible, and I think it lifted her spirits to have us. We had a lot of fun packing things and moving things.Plus, the Russian old folks were extra funny to watch. Some of them had taken hard-boiled eggs from breakfast and put the eggs in their pockets. (In contrast, some of them had tupperware containers to put the breakfast leftovers in.) I’m always reminded of Napoleon Dynamite whenever people shove unpackaged food into their pockets. As the group is mostly elderly women, they are always given very light work- folding, labeling, etc. One of the 2 guys decided that he was going to help us do the “heavy” lifting we were doing, despite the fact that he didn’t know what we were doing and couldn’t really lift the bags. His stubbornness was absolutely adorable (maybe because it reminded me of some people related to me).Towards the end of the morning, they cleaned up and put plastic down on the table (again reminding me of some quirks I adore in people I love). The base commander brought in a New Year’s party for the Russians. We got to partake in the juice and food because we were there, but mostly I was just happily amused by the antics of the old folks. In the afternoon, some of the volunteers got a little wild as we were all mostly in the same area and we finished the work earlier than planned. It was our last day of work, so we just all went back to the barracks to get rested and cleaned before our guest speakers arrived. We had originally planned to stop work at least somewhat early, because today we had some special guests- 2 people who were rescued from Entebbe. After the evening activity the night before, it was quite interesting to hear the story first-hand. There were some aspects that we would never have thought about on our own, but the lady who was speaking brought up. She seemed very conscious of every thought, every emotion, every process that was happening throughout the time in Uganda. She was great at explaining the intricacies of what people were saying, thinking, and planning from the captive side. Her analysis seemed like it had been well-thought out, as if she does this every day. (She doesn’t though; she has a “regular” life.) She seems extremely well-adjusted considering what she had beennthrough, but she did explain to us some of her mental scars that aren’t apparent just by meeting her. In addition to the afternoon activity, we still had our last evening activity of the trip. In this one, we used paper slips with our names on it to assign superlatives to the group. Some were funny, like “Most Obsessed with Shoko” or “Biggest Hit with the Soldier Boys.” Even the less funny ones became funny, just because of how the voting turned out. By the end, I was cracking up. As we finished the activity, people were just being so hilarious that I started laughing so hard that I was struggling to breathe and went to grab my inhaler, which of course was hilarious and made me laugh harder, making the whole situation worse. Really, this was just another example of how awesome the people on my trip were.