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What happened on February 5th, 2006
10 January, 2007
Originally, I wrote this on February 5th, 2006. That's almost a year ago, but it's all good. I thought I should share:
What happens when I am locked out of house
Amazing! So many out-of-place things happened today and they are cramming my head as I try to sort them in order.First of all, I go to my first job. My German boss is late, and I am happy. Then he gives me something to do and I have to do it four times for it to suit his perfectionist nature, and I am not complaining.
Then one of the German experts gives me a white plastic cup full of pistachios, and I am pleased although I do not like eating while at the job.The boss leaves and I am left totally alone, so I start cracking them pistachios open with the sharp teeth and I make the chair go round and round (Note to future employees: Never leave me office alone). I have a blast of a time for a period not extending over five minutes and I return to the mundane money-making process.
Then I go home and to my utter delight I discover that nobody is home and, more significantly, that I do not have keys on me. I make all the necessary calls, and the wind blows so coldly, and I wait. Then I figure I should go buy something for the heck of it, and I walk to the mini market (Which is, if you know me, a very weird act in and of itself, coming from me), and I get a huge Pepsi bottle and some chocolates that have passed my picky-picky test.
There is a TV screen at the market showing some report about hooligans damaging Danish and other European embassies in Lebanon.
Me (Shaking head with disapproval): tsk tsk tsk... that is so stupid!
Man who sells things: No! Let them burn them so they would learn.
In my heart there stands a tear, things are simple but I cannot explain them for fear he would burn me, too.
I return to base and start pacing while still eating the pistachios out of the white plastic cup, then a stranger-woman comes to me and she starts talking to me, just like that.
Stranger: I am Palestinian.
(I am very shocked at the blunt self introduction) me: Ahleen.
Stranger: My husband is Iraqi.
(Shock-O-Meter going up, up, up): O.K, would you like some pistachios?
Stranger: No thank you. He went to Iraq a year ago and he is now lost. My kids are at home without heat and...
Me: Aha...
Stranger: I want to work, do you know of anyone who would like to hire a house cleaner?
Me: No wallah I am sorry, I really don't.
Then things happened that need not be told here. The woman prays that I pass my studies (Done? No use for that now,bleh), and that I get what I wish for (What is that, exactly? I should've asked) , she goes and I see 15 cats all congregating, they're pretty hung-up and they want it bad. Poor things. Tsuki-san (The cat) comes, and we hug and cuddle though he's filthy. But love don't know no limits.
Uh. I grew up so much today, funny things happen when you're locked outside the house. I'm pretty darn impressed and I think I am taller now. Hell I might even do it again!
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