There’s something uniquely serene about sitting with the morning sun shining on your back helping you defrost from a night of bitter cold sleeping next to a window with not glass in it, with a pot of fresh porridge in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
Even though my room is Fung Shwayed like a prison cell (besides the cupboard with its mahogany veneer making it look the centre piece of a lumberjack’s living room), the sun and Paul Dempsey tunes playing in the background warms the room almost to the degree of a mother’s hug after a bad day at school.
In other news, went to the first bureaucratic stop today (Ministry of Interior) and although I didn’t get what I went there for, the woman at the desk told me that “Alita Be’style” meaning “I made Aliyah in style” commenting on my outfit, my sisters would be proud :-D
