Sunday, February 7, 2016

Day TwentyFive

This friendly looking white man opens the door to our dorm at late o'clock and looks in without saying anything.

Four Mississippi seconds pass 
and I eventually say,

'...are you looking for something?'

Dumb question coming from someone working 
at the hostel, but I was off duty at the time.

'I booked a room but the note has the wrong name!?'
'Ok... what's your name?'
'Alexander'
'Oh ok, you're upstairs'
(Thank god I'm such a proactive worker man, I even know the late arrivals' names)
'How do you get there?'
(The awkwardness continues)
'You just walk up the stairs...!..?'
'Ok, thank you...'

He closes the dorm door and heads up the stairs.

The morning comes and I recognise newbie Alex at breakfast.

'Hello Alex,' I say with a cheeky provocative tone
'Did you find your room?'

We laugh as the ice breaks.

We move to the couches and have a lovely morning chat. He tells me he's from Canada and builds bridges in mountains as a job.
I say I'm from Cyprus and he says that's where I'm coming from!

Fastest comfort zone entry 
of the week!

Nice one Alex.


Saturday, February 6, 2016

Day TwentyFour

Go shawties,
it's your birthdays!

Were all legends born today?

Well, obvs not cz it ain't Jesus' bday,

but a handful of incredible people were born on this day.

First and foremost,
my kindest-hearted friend,
and number 1 'home to many' fan,
Kristy!
She will drop the most universally/ emotionally/ sociologically/ individually appropriate comment and then look down and think about it and say
'yeah dude.'
Peace & Love dude mu.

Then you got Stevo; a San Fransisco traveler who I met at the hostel in September.
Free spirit, young aura and a pleasure to be around.
Ripped Tshirts Stevo!

Then you got Bob Marley.
The guy with the dreads speaking the truth in melodies of the soul man.
know what a meen eh.
Thank you Bob.

And then you got the curious case of Basemo. A child who grew into a man and who, for whatever reason brought him here, found himself living and working between a very female family setting. He receives motherly love and protection from Sarah, sibling troubleshooting from Maryam and sister-homie attention from me.
We all care about him.
Cz if we didn't he wouldn't have been a topic of discussion.

We meet in the kitchen after a lengthy nap; Maryam, Sarah and me.
'Yeh let's get Basem a cake!
'Where is he? Is he coming home?'
'I don't know- he better!'

9pm and he returns.
He has a late dinner and sits on the couch with his earphones on.

Sarah prepares the candles and walks in with a firework-thin-candle on the all white & strawberry cake.

We start singing happy birthday but he's still listening to 'Fat Freddy's Drop'. He looks up, half way through our chanting with the sweetest look of surprise on his face. 
He turned 8 today.

He cuts us cake and serves it on the 'Ben 10' plates wew got him.
His eyes glisten,
'I haven't had a birthday cake in a long time man.'

Friday, February 5, 2016

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!!!





Thursday, February 4, 2016

Day TwentyTwo

Same sheets, different day.
Jokes, sheets are never the same in a hostel.

Although I can imagine Alex, our Frenchie saying 'ah it was sheet' and meaning shit.


Today I feel like old skul Snow White and new skul The Nanny Diaries.

I had watched the Nanny Diaries before coming here and I could really see myself changing sheets and tutoring a child.

My current scene is quite similar only I'm tutoring myself.

I explain to myself that people have different moods each day,
some need their space
some have no perception of concept of space.
Some know you work there
some have no perception of concept of shift.
Some are friendly
some have no perception of concept of boundaries.

And I really love quiet days
with things to do.

And evening returns.

And my friends across the world
messaging me 
to see if 
I'm ok

when in fact I was ill and wanted to tell someone.

Different sheets, different day.


Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Day TwentyOne

Beoble Barty.

It feels like a real party when the celebrity walks in and makes everything right.
He puts people's worries at ease and with the comfort he creates he can put up a barty.

That's Sammy.

He's the one person who can walk in and facilitate in beoble bartying.
He makes you forget what you were worried about; 
making you wonder if your worries
were an illusion.

He's loving, supportive, yet completely control of situations.
He wants to mean the world to you and then he plays humble.
He plays and teases for the sake of reaction and emotion.

He might be the berfect bart to our hostel dynamics whis is currently missing.

Our female energy and sisterhood got a bit drowned in emotion these days- 
and,
as much as I would like to blame the moon,
it's true;
we miss Sammy.


p.s.: in Lebanese Arabic the letter 'p' does not exist so it is replaced by 'b'.

Barty Beoble.

Day Twenty

Being ill sucks man.

Can't swallow properly, can't think properly,
can't act.

Monday, February 1, 2016

Day Nineteen

As Sammy would say,

'Its all about the balance.'

And though he would mock me for putting so much emphasis on the importance of balance, 
it remains a universal truth.

It's all about balance.

But how do you find this balance when

your inner child is wounded
your flatmates don't wash the dishes
your service providers don't give official receipts
your couscous was watery
your eyebrows aren't shaped to perfection
your dorm mate talks too much
your mum is disappointed you haven't met your essay deadline
you're going to Larnaca and not Nicosia
you're anorexic
you're French
you're a Taurus
you're in need of some sleep but still go out.

Yeane, how?