Notes From Me
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Wednesday, April 27, 2005
/just monkey talk impassive as once were my eyes but the italian version, the emphasis and my night's home a turtle backed against a smoke shield that japanese details won't suit Athens, from the Metro window aboveground on the way to the city from the airport, looked exactly like northern California, flowering mustard and all. When I walked down to the platform switching lines, an outdoor platform, to my right an arch led to the clearest sky and was overhung with some blossoming tree, plus the scent of the spring air and it felt impossibly new. The flight from Cairo was at 2:45am. Pretty much sleepwalking onto the plane, I did not notice my journal departing from the bag I had been carrying it in. Only after arrival I found out, and the airport locaters were unable to find it. Nearly two months of daily writing, the journal a gift from my mother. A little bit I cried at the airport. Then I decided to get a new journal and have made up my mind to make it far better. I just got to Italy by ferry. I will post photos of gorgeous Athens soon. I have left the East behind with the written record of my time there but it is not gone. Do you ever notice what could be called little signs of a thing before it happens? People around me on the night I left Egypt were all having various troubles. I helped a person from Spain write an English email informing someone that things were going badly and he was stuck in Egypt. Other things. I don't believe that simply because those around me were having problems, that it indicated something unfortunate for me, but sometimes the way occurances are combined or the way I notice them seems to indicate a marker...but I know it was entirely my doing... The next night I dreamt I was on the horse I rode in the Sahara, galloping once more, but she was misbehaving, knocking people's food from their hands and such things because the guide was not there. "And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad..." After Rome and Florence I shall go to The Cinque Terre, very very old and almost no tourists.
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