Angioo is a fiercely individualistic refugee from Southeast Asai, he wears red robes and hoods, he stands out. I challenged him to thumb wrestle, and he tickled me in the armpit and made me lose. He walked past me at dusk on the way to the campfire, I thought he had a great presence.

He is a spirit child, it is a pleasure to know him. I’m off to the retreat now, I will keep you posted.