We are being hemmed in. By other people, by circumstances. Our expectations and plans lie in tatters.
The global security forces have locked up the ingress and egress points around the entire metropolis. Which puts us in a dilemma. We are closer than ever to catching up to the Hamashiachite. But if we stay another day to make that happen, we may never be able to leave.
Elijah remains upbeat, exhorting me with the truth that it will all work out for the good.
He is especially moved by the fact that the attitudes of some of the people in the slum are changing towards us. A few are even responding by asking us questions.
For now we will stay.