In the heat of the morning

The missing link discovered in Cairo, Egypt, every streetcorner kollo yaom.

18 stories are between me and Cairo. And most likely not more than 2 down to the nearest horny bloke without decency enough to try and hide his bulging libido and overgrown selfconfidence. It's been 5 hours since i left uni 3 classes too soon feeling nauseas and it's approxomately 3 months, 3 days, 8 hrs and 12 minutes till i will see my man again. Sometimes i wonder if it's worth it.
The whole idea of spending the rest of my life trying to communicate with arabs, stuttering, misunderstanding culturally clashing and being misinterpeted just doesn't seem so appealing anymore. Don't get me wrong. I chose this. I want this, i can do this goandgetthemgirl. WOHO. Then there are days when i just find myself wanting nothing more in this world than an early David Bowie-album and cooking for my man in our wee kitchen back home. I'm not going to do the whole boho-story, but fact remains that it's not always easy being sick without it showing, being away from the one you love, adapting to a culture you only partially like and being looked at as a whore just because you needed to set foot outside your front door. But when it comes down to it, it's a choise. At least in theory.

So offcourse, i'm back. I have some fantabulous new roomies that i really like, and it was really good seeing my friends again. Even getting back into the studies. I am starting to get a comprehension of what i've lost the 2 weeks i missed. Pattern 2 takes a shadda. My university has contacted my program here which humbeled down the management who finally atleast pretends to belive i've been ill. I've been pretty optimistic, but it's becoming evident that i'm not as well as i want to be. That learning still doesn't come as easy to me as it used to. Bloody virus. My values were back to normal before i left, but maybe i should have belived the doctor when he said it would take me a faw months to get back to normal.

I have people to cook for. I have adorable people around me. I have an ability to travel, learn and comprehend beyond my previous limitations. I am working out again, if only a little. I have someone to miss. I am appriciarting my previous studies more. I got to see snow when i was home, which i wouldn't have, had i been able to return on time. I am writing again, and reviewing my latest work, and i think i've finally hit a nerve i can like. I have multiple cheeses without animal rennet in the fridge, some of which, are imported from Norway. I have friends to drink wine and solve world-issues with. I'm meeting new and interresting people all the time. I am, and feel, very priveledged. But in the words of Rae,- some days Cairo just wins. Today is one of them.

Return of the killer-turkeys

OH! I have a view out to a rooftop where a woman keeps chickens. Hen and a turkey to be bezapt. So the turkey starts pecking on one of the chickens [hakkekylling BÆ-HÆ] and the woman proceeds to put a cage over the chicken that is being bullied. I gets out, and the turkey is over it like a pitbull on speed. Chicken under the cage again, woman grabs plastic bag, walks over and appearently walks off rooftop with lifeless chicken in bag. Now, she COULD have had time to snap it's neck, but shouldn't it then like, hop around without a hear or somehing? Are killer-turkeys PETA's next primary goal in the fight for animal rights? Oh, well, atleast it's more humane than norwegian "free-range" eggs. (note the quotes)

Wienerwaltz

So i find myself in Vienna. It's not th first time i've been redirected and stuck here in spite of my original plans. It's like this city has hunted me to come and see it. And it's about time.

When i got called off my plane to Cairo and left in the Vienna airport once again i seriously thought about returning back home in an instant. I've postproned my return there so many times now, and changed my tickets and lost money and spent money and been sick and sick of it all so i wasn't even surprised. I was surprised to spend the night here though. At a lovely hotel by the airport on Egyptair's bill, leaving me time to have a taste of Vienna before my plane leaves (again) this afternoon. I found a coffeplace where they have white linens on the tables and knows how to make coffe (you know what a snob i am when it comes to my coffe). The buildings here are exactly what i love about urban Europe, i can see why americans gets blown away when they visit us now, this is where we inherited our taste for Art Noveau. Actually, this is where we were given it from in most cases.

The egyptians at the gate had allready been on me, trying to trick me into send their lugagage in my name so that they wouldn't have to pay for their own weight. Egyptians; Load your own donkeys! I was pretty bummed and tired, so an additional day in Europe is just what i needed. Note to self; Return here for romntic weekend! Bring camera and money for Erdinger.

Now i better head off to make sure i actually get on that plane.

PS; found vegetarian-vegan-fish place right away, and the coffeplaces all looked cute and elegang so far. I might be in love.

Finally!

I'm in the Vienna airport on my way back to Cairo, i should be there sometime tonight if all goes as planned. It's been a rough time. I had to cancel my tickets once and lost heaps of money, and i lost my passport and had to pay like LE850 to get an emergencypassport valid for one exit/entry only, just to find my real passport in my pocket the next morning.

We have a new apartment back home, and my bloodvalues are back to normal, although the doctor estemated that i'd be a bit under for another 3 months or so. Feels good. I spend shitloads of moey that i didn't have, poured a cup of tea in my laptop and had to get a new one last night to make it on the plane on time. I guess i'm at that point where the puzzle is finally falling together in sptie of everything, so the only thing left now is fightng the ALI director again. Appearently they're not in the buisness of beliving students, their doctors, specialists and friends that they call in to break their confidentiality to. Wish me luck!

It sucked leaving my man behind and my man's behind and i'm not too happy about all that, but you have to do what you have to do so i'll leave i at that for now.

Free fondles for everyone!