Baby Roach
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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:
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I couldn’t kill it.