Friday, October 6

Stuck in the airport

Since I'm stuck the airport in Qatar I might as well do some blogging. I could start working even. This is just to warm up a little before analyzing begings. Many hours of work can be done. Could already have been done, but I was so tired after the almost 12 hour flight from South Africa. First I flew to Johannesburg from Durban, and then Doha and now waiting for my flight to Stockholm. Doha is a nice airport, but unless you have 8 hours or more before your connecting flight, you are not allowed outside the airport and there is no restaurant with open fresh air. I wish there was, because while taking the transfer from the plane to the airport I felt the heat of the air here which made me feel like being outside, not sitting indoors in a perfume drenched facility. Well enough complaining. Ok, I broke my pinkie toe the day before yesterday too. Hit it on the already packed suitcase lying on the bedroomfloor.

Before I left I placed out some items in the flat as an art installation. Hope they like it. A bit personal perhaps, but after living with these people for three months it's inevitable. I have so many stories to tell, maybe it will be a whole book. A travelbook. I have to start writing it soon, before the memories fade. No rush though, have work to do first and I have discovered that my memory doesn't fade much, it stays pretty much intact if I tap into the moment, mostly. For example I remember that Anne ate churros at our first dinner out with the family. She had forgotten. At one of the last of many markets we went to she saw churros and said:
- I don't think I've ever had those.
Which was what I said that other time, but she ate them then. The churros with chocolate dip sauce. The ones at the market we're already sauced up and had nut sprinkles on them too. Let's not forget the balls either or the de- balling, or the whip. Just imagine lying in bed knowing that when you open the door there will be monkeys.

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