Day EightySix

Friday

and I'm being a party pooper

letting everyone know that

the cocktail I had at that bar last night 

bothered my stomach

and that I firmly refuse

to carry my ill body out

for bardying.

The Hummozapiens

WhatsApp group goes crazy

with silly comments

and pictures 

of all of our different moods.

Zeed goes like

'Come on Eli come out',

Hanna is badass as always 

agreeing to going out,

Chadya is sitting next to me

sending pictures to the group

of her efforts to motivate me,

I'm chilling taking pictures of Michele

who just happens to pass by 

as we mention him in the group.

Many lolz.

And this all

becomes amazing entertainment 

for me on a Friday night.

So so pleased with the small moments

and the Hummozapien vibez.

TGIH

<3

Day EightyFive

Last Thursday in Berut.

And I know that cz my visa expires

on the Wednesday.

Haven't booked a ticket

feeling moody

not caring

not giving a single fuck.

Wanna stay

then I wanna go

then I don't wanna go to Cyprus

then I wanna go Dubai

then I'm rushing it

then I know I have to go anyway

then I'm not ready.

And so

I don't fuvking book my flight.

Halas.

Ain't nobody got time for this stress.

We're out at a bar

with the Hummozapiens

and they're asking me when I'm leaving

so we can arrange a goodbye barty. 

I say arrange the barty

and I'll leave after that.

They love me

they're so caring.

They wanna see me good

weather I stay

whether I go.

So I book the flight later.

    

Day SeventySix

Salad.

How long has it been since I've had a salad.

As in, salad as a main meal

and not on the side of hummus & bread

and cheese rolls

and stuffed vine leaves

and etc.

Hanna causally comes to pick me up from work

and we stroll off to a supermarket.

'I'm gonna have a salad'

she says firmly,

and my mind starts picturing

flying lettuces

avocados

crab sticks

sweet corns

olive oil

and lemon

sauce.

'Yum.

I think I'm gonna have a salad too'.

We walk to our new home

make the salad

share the salad

go for a nap

and halas

happy to be alive.

Actually there were a few more highlights,

like trying to guess the age of a man

at tired o'clock 

and Hanna guessing he was 46 

when I had thought he was 32

and then I changed it to 34

turns out he's 38.

Nice one, Han.

Close!

Day Six

First day at work!

Feeling excited, feeling ready, feeling confident, for my first day at work.

I go up to the reception floor and start looking for things to do; 20 minutes before my shift even starts (at 9). I try to switch on the computer and realise that the electricity is off. In a blink of an eye the breakfast has arrived, the guys have opened it, people are walking in and out, water is boiling on the stove, rain is pouring down the skies and an elephant is sitting on the couch.

I look at the clock and it's 10am, 5 people have checked out, 4 have gone for day trips, 3 have stayed, 2 arrived and it's been 1 hour since I started working.

'I QUIT! HALAS!

THAT'S IT!'

I jokingly exclaim on the terrace as I appreciate that the universe wanted me to experience it all in one single hour. 

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6pm, I collect my thoughts and come to compose this blog post.

The lights go out.

'My nerves!!'

Lights out.