No important old men but I go and talk
to a guy from the many local human rights organizations.
He is optimist, tries to change how people
think, the lawgiver among others. Not a hard job to be optimist for western aid
money. To the office is about 500 meters so I walk. Besides, I realized that I
can see the house from my breakfast table. My way goes through one of the
backyard markets that are still alive here and there despite the efforts of the
city authorities. I get oranges.
Ants have multiplied in my room and they move
faster.
Otherwise the heat is still unreasonable but at
least not 50 degrees like in Pakistan. Although, I don’t think it makes much
difference. All the stone surfaces and houses breathe out heat even in the
dark. Perhaps cities ought to be made out of some other material in this
climate?
Since I’ve been so efficient in the morning, I idle
later and read through internet. Twice.
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