I am surrounded by luxury. 2 computers. Lights and electricity wired through the walls. Music, movies, newspapers, knowledge at my fingertips. Wine. Glass in the pane of the window beside me. A phone I can dial to reach anyone I know. The fluffy pillows, the firm mattress, the soft sheets of the sturdy bed beside me is majestic. We are giving all of it up. We are giving it up for malaria and moonrises and utter uncertainty, and it feels so good.