It is my third week in the field here in Eretrea, and I am finally growing weary with eating ingera and doro wot – though I wager I shall never grow weary of honey mead nor the coffee antidote so often needed at dawn.
Alas! Today’s morning light revealed smoke rising from the pyramid entrance! Racing to our dig we discerned at once that the heretofore pristine murals were irrevicably charred and ruined! It was made to look like an accident, but I would never leave fuel for the generators IN A DIG!! My freshman research assistant Mamba knows better too. I trust her implicitly. Her deep brown eyes are so honest! A very responsible young woman from Brazil. … Ah, an old man’s fantasies.
So now all that I have are these photos from my cell phone. Hardly the scientific proof I need to prove aliens were here in ancient times. I can just hear Smythe laughing now.
