Baby Roach

Worked on the blog:

It takes time, especially editing the damn videos.

Anyway I went out once, when the afternoon sun was deep:

And I noticed that the streets were quiet and the shops were closed:

It was Friday. Of course.

The Jews have Saturday.
The Christians have Sunday.
The Muslims have Friday.
I’m sure someone has Thursday.

Weekdays didn’t matter much to me, though.

So I walked around for a while:

Saw a lot of air-conditioning on a wall and took pictures of it:

When I found a shop that was open, I bought some yoghurt, some apples, some water, and some cookies. Then I went back to the hotel.

It had roaches. I could hear them in the walls, and sometimes, when I came into the room, I could see them run for safety, or I would find them dead on their backs for unknown reasons. I didn’t like them very much.

What I did like, though, was Baby Roach:

It was so tiny and pathetic:

I couldn’t kill it.