Each week that goes by, each month that goes by, leaves me feeling more and more helpless and out of control.  Uunimaginable bureaucratic obstacles have become a way of life and each one after the other seems to be competing for inanity.  During my convalesence I have become addicted to the movie “Avatar.”  A feeling of lonliness and despair that I have never before experienced has transported me into a fantasy world where I yearn to go home, trying to avoid time-consuming idiocies continuously thrust onto my path.  Honduras has become my Pandora, my home planet, and like Jake, I want to go home.  My surgery has been rescheduled from May 18th to May 25th and most recently, again, to June 1st.  What can I do….  Turuk Macto will fly again!