The helper here in Melaka urgently needs to get back to Indonesia for an operation on a swollen thyroid. Unfortunately the terms of her employment here appear to be riven with uncertainty such that it's not at all clear when she'll actually be able to go and whether she'll be able to come back to a job that I think she's happy in and helps her make sense of her life.
It's always a bit frightening to think of our vulnerabilities, no matter how well-placed in the world we appear to be. But to be in a position in which it's so easy to lose almost everything in a way that seems cruelly casual must be deeply destabilising.
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