The day went by slowly, as I tried to make plans for the coming days and stay hydrated. At lunch, I finally went back to the mess hall, only to learn that all the staff had left for their village. The staff are very hard working, nice people. I was less concerned about the food than I was for them. I was told that Daulat’s older brother who worked as a driver in Karachi had been shot and killed. The staff, all relatives had gone back to their village while I was in Hyderabad.It is hard to know how to react to such horrible news. Shafqat sahib had cooked some nice food and shared that with me. It was very good, but my thoughts were on these young men who spend all their time working to make food. They struggle to barely get by and give up everything for their jobs. Daulat had hurt his hand pretty badly from a glass that broke while he was washing it, and his mother had just had surgery, and then this. It is too much.After a nap in the late afternoon, I woke up pretty out of it craving ice cream. I messaged a few friends who live in the society, that I was coming over to their neighborhood for ice cream. Before I knew it, my friend Javed drove up to the hostel and picked me up. We head to the outdoor ice cream place and I caught up with several friends, which was really nice, over some ice cream.Abdullah and I head over to Mehran to hang out on the lawn for a bit after. For me it was a nice change of pace, before we head to his place for dinner.