An update on yesterday’s blog post, see here.
Around 6 p.m. Tuesday evening my doorbell rang. I was working on my piece on Congo. Through the intercom I heard an attractive woman voice say: “I’m here for the census, can I come up?”
“Everything is completed yesterday,” I answered.
“Everything?” the woman asked.
Then I went back to my piece, but a few minutes later I realized that this woman must have been an angel. Isn’t a job at the US Department of Commerce, Economics and Statistics Administration, the perfect disguise for an angel?
I didn’t want to be rescued – so much was for sure.