Then I got up, turned on the light and started searching for it with the heavy Murakami book in my hand. I spotted two on the adjacent wall not long after that. I aimed for the one at the bottom and bingo! The second one however, was impossible to locate and my eyes were even heavier than before. So I turned the light off, put the cover over my head and ignored the mosquito. I think it worked, since I didn't wake up until around 12 with a knock at the door...
My second visitor at the house... Suzanna, my cleaning lady. She is nice and sweet but those two are not her most distinguishable characteristics... it is how much she loves to talk. -in spanish needless to say- I listened to her life story for 2hours straight... It wasn't as painful as you might think. One thing I am learning in a life with minimum responsibilities is that patience is really a virtue... Suzanna is a very emotional and humanistic lady. She cares more than she thinks. I used to think that I was like that.
She and I share a common hobby though... Writing... She told me that she has been trying to write a book about her life. Everyone I meet lately is writing a book. It actually encourages me in a way... (it would have crated the opposite effect before)
I was thinking yesterday, while walking on the streets of San Telmo, that with the world shrinking and ideas free-flowing, is there anything new that is left to be created? Any idea that hasnt been thought or written? I used to think about this before as well and the thought would discourage me from producing anything. Now, not so much. I realize that my purpose is not necessarily to "create" (if creating is possible for human beings -but you know what I mean) "it" but to describe "it" in my own way. I need to think about how I can explain this better to you.
Suzanna loves knitting. She told me she doesnt like taking classes for it though... because there is a right and wrong way of doing it when you are being taught in a class. She likes her own way...This is exactly what I think about life. I like living it my own way, though might not be pretty... you might not wanna display it in your living room afterall...i do enjoy knitting the "wrong" pattern once in a while or making a stitch that isn't "right" or a whole row out of place.
enough mumbling... I need to get ready to go to Christian's bar-b-que. He is the german friend I met at Spanish class. Tonight is his last night.
