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Lazy Letter: World Run

I was at an insurance agency. I was preparing the documents for my visa. The check-list was almost entirely ticked, and the insurance was the last item. I’d saved the easiest one for the last, but things didn’t work out the way I’d expected. Neither the travel insurance, nor the visa, I ended up waiting for days stressfully. It will never be easy I guess, not as long as I hold this passport.READ MORE

Lazy Letter: Canteen

The seminar that I told you about happened yesterday. I found it very informative, good thing that I went. I hesitated in the morning, as I woke up, and wondered if I really needed to attend this event. I’d promised my uncle the day before, and made sure I’d be in the conference hall of the Ministry of Petroleum before eight. It’d look terribly embarrassing if I didn’t show up. Well, good thing that I went!

 

It was exactly the type of knowledge I needed at the moment, loads of information on a whole other channel to feed my inspiration; my creativity needs a big pinch of salt at the moment. The conference was about oil spill and ecosystem science, and how to prevent the disaster from becoming a tragedy. Each expert explained different aspects of the subject. Pictures of the largest oil spills were shown, facts were told, cases discussed, questions asked and in the end, we were all illuminated that the truth is way deeper, far more crucial than we thought it was. It wasn’t just about the fishes and turtles and the workers of the platform, you see, it was about the shores too far away from the incident to be counted as “damaged”. The environmental impact is infinite. The oil floats on the water, and kills the living creatures wherever it goes. We, the human beings, don’t feel like we are a part of this world, and we’re still acting so alien to the Planet Earth. Still haven’t realized that this is our Planet Earth, and we should stop damaging it constantly.READ MORE

Lazy Letter: North Wall

So, I left. I had an early morning flight. Last night was tiring and sleepless. I’ll arrive around nine in the morning, which means I could start up the day just as I land. I need to go to the bank to get some paperwork done, and do a little adjustment on my account. I fell asleep just as I fastened my seatbelt, and shoved my bag under the seat. There is no greater pleasure than to open your eyes from a short nap, and find yourself somewhere in the sky, crossing over vast lands underneath, the ocean of clouds, and the endless horizon. I still ask for the window seat as I check in. READ MORE

Lazy Letter: Downtown Dinner

So, we eventually arrived at this diner type of place. We decided to have Kabab since it was the only open restaurant that hadn’t already run out of food. The street was a mess, I don’t think I’ve seen so many people all at once before.

I wasn’t hungry. Not hungry at all. But the idea of eating came from absolute boredom, how else would we entertain ourselves?! In this glorious night, what could possibly be better than this horrible, terrible looking, disgusting food? The night of victory for the ones who voted. And the ones who didn’t, guys made a few jokes on me. Funny jokes, I have to be honest with you, they were really funny.READ MORE

Lazy Letter: Sauna On Vapa

The alarm woke us up for the swimming pool. Wore my swimsuit before I made breakfast. The plan was to swim for about two hours, so we had to eat well and gather up a decent amount of energy; swimming calls for it. Ah, how I miss the hunger that comes after a swimming session while you get dressed in the lockers room! Couldn’t wait for the salami sandwiches with sliced tomatoes and mayo that they used to sell in the pools when we were little. The sandwiches weren’t actually any good, but oh, impossible not to enjoy every bite with that starving stomach.

I was following the map on our way to the pool. Tried to figure out the highways, where the downtown was and which road would take up where. It can be too complicated sometimes, all these freeways that connect one neighborhood to another. Tunnels and bridges and two-floor expressways. Some of these highways were built when I was still living here, but they’ve grown out control in the past seven years. Some roads connect west to east, Vaid explained, and others north to south. The wall of mountains covering the north all the way to the valleys and the deserts in the southside. Vaid just gave me the best description of the traffic system.

Sahan has been to this pool before, and he said that the facility includes a dry sauna, as well as a jacuzzi and a steam room. I’m now officially and utterly obsessed with the dry sauna, I don’t care about the rest. I do crave for sitting in a room with wooden benches and walls from time to time, to sweat out my mind and melt down to the bones. I even had a dream about it the other night. Although it was more like a nightmare; the sauna was cold! I’d missed it. The sauna had become an inseparable part of my life for a while, remember? Twice a week, that was heaven. Just downstairs in our basement; I couldn’t ask for more.READ MORE

Lazy Letter: Lost Tourists

There’s a drive-through in front of our studio. This place used to be a restaurant before they bought the property and turned it into an art studio. So that makes sense. Our cabin is on the left side, a little bit at the back, by the walking trail. You can only see the roof of it from the road, but the studio is quite visible as you pass the village. The cabin must’ve been a home for the restaurant’s owner, I’m just thinking. There are only mountains behind our village. I didn’t know, but Alda said that highlands start beyond this place; rocky deserts and volcanos and valleys and hot springs, all the way up to the north shore. No one lives on the other side of this mountain.READ MORE

Lazy Letter: Queen Hekla

It was all very foggy and cloudy at first. This has been the wettest winter we ever had, Annamaria described their winter as she was giving me a ride to Gullkistan. That was so nice of her. She gave me a general information about the area that I was going to reside for the next forty-five days. There’s a national park between my place and the airport. It’s about an hour away. We passed the forest. Forest of bushes. Bjök, they can grow up to five meters. There’s actually an insight joke, I’ll tell you about it later. Not exactly what I call a forest. You should’ve seen forests of Haihatus, oh.

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Lazy Letter: Riding on an Airplane

I found my seat. I got the window seat. You know that I usually ask the counter guy for a window seat, but this time it was a self-check-in in one of those machines; I was lucky.

Hi, I said to the man taking the seat next to mine. He was a man in his fifties or early sixties. He was tall. I could tell he was one of those tall people before he even stood up. Broad shoulders and long arms. Do you need a hand with your bag? He asked politely. His accent revealed his nationality. Which city, I wondered.

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