Chilled, family day with the crew.
Sarah and Basem are in renovation mode painting Sarah's bedroom walls and cupboards.
Music in the background,
clear skies and an easy Sunday.
Maryam and I hang out on the upper floor.
We walk in and out of house sections
up and down floors
and we eventually all meet around the palet-made-table communal terrace.
There's a slip of sun rays escaping the Armenian church
steeple opposite us and it reaches my face. I close my eyes and enjoy.
We are all coming together.
Our differences and sensitivities start balancing in what looks like a promising
co-existence and development.
The sun is setting while the roles switch.
Basem goes out for food shopping and I join Sarah in painting her room.
I paint the mirror frame.
Yellow.
My so-known favourite colour.
I think of reasons it's been my favourite colour.
Then I think of Yiannis.
Then I start wondering what colour could represent me.
Then I take a selfie.
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