The happy place

Much like yesterday, I’m not sleeping. My sinuses are congested, and I’ve got a fever. I’ll probably be tired tomorrow. (It’s technically tomorrow now)

I can pretend that I’m on a charter holiday, that the cars passing by outside are from a busy street maybe in Athens.

One time I visited a Greek lady, we visited her apartment. She made us pasta in the shape of tubes like straws, and with a red tomato sauce. This and french fries must be typical Greek food, I thought.

I was a child then, who collected colourful rocks which I bought in plastic boxes. I did find a bright turquoise rock in the Mediterranean Sea, but it turned out to be just some play doh or other type of clay, because when I tested it with my teeth, it broke.

There’s lots of garbage in the Mediterranean Sea, and sewage water from hundreds of thousands of toilets, no wonder that there’s also play doh

And my nipples sore and blood red, so mum made me wear T-Shirt even when swimming.

That was kind of her.

And I bought a bronze shield. Of course it was real bronze. And an Athena figurine.

Also made of bronze.

But no swords; they wouldn’t have been possible to fly home with

Did you know Athena competed with Poseidon about naming Athens?

But yet it is a paradise.

Greece with fried aquarium fish and pommes frites, and this straw shaped pasta.

It’s true, the aquarium fish, they fry them whole with head and everything.

there’s one more memory in the head, but I’m not sure whether to write it out. I’ll think about it and decide next week.