Having returned, I’m finding it harder to take pictures of people - those who I know or who I don’t know. I know I couldn’t take pictures of people on first arriving in Mongolia or Armenia as well, I had to learn the technique. It’s the same having returned back home. No one seems to anticipate the problem of readjustment shock; and I was no exception. The shocks are the same - the depression, the panic attacks, the difficulty of performing everyday tasks, but this time without any content at all. Nothing’s new, much is the same, but I still can’t cope.