Lately, I seem to spend all my non-working time lying in my tukul, sweating. I don't read; I don't listen to my ipod; I don't do anything except stare at the inside of my mosquito net and wait to be called back to work. My mosquito net is old and sagging, like me. It is patched with duct tape in various spots. The bed sags too. I wonder how many other MSF volunteers have lain here, mindless. Sometimes a bat hangs from the ceiling; I can get a really good look at it with my binoculars. It really does have red eyes and looks like a flying rat.