Lisanne cut into the runny yolk of her egg and stared at the orange spill onto the plate, imagining what it would feel like to have slept in her own bed last night. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps. She looks up at Kris who is still drying her hair with a gray t-shirt as she walks past the table. Kris shoves the shirt into her suitcase and continues to serve herself fried eggs and sliced plantains that their host family provided for them. The morning was quiet as Kris sat down to join Lisanne, anticipation permeated the room, making the silence go unnoticed. Kris sat down…