Day TwentyThree

The illness has gone,

So has my voice.

But,

I was out for the day.

Painting a very very belayed hostel sign.

So yeh,

It was nice to be out of the hostel.

PUN INTENDED MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSSSS!!!

Day Eighteen

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.