Late afternoon 42 Feeling emotional The beach felt so good And when I came back to Cairo, Maru and Kosha were lovely and soft I'm starved for softness Even a little bit of gentleness in somebody's voice brings me to tears Kosha growled at my uni pictures which was flattering and made me feel ancient at the same time I'm not the Sarah who stopped traffic anymore Kosha said I'm afraid to be pretty And I said your lesbian dog is humping my arm right now and that's all the validation I need Kosha just turned 30, it's strange but the 7 year age difference gave us completely different experiences of Cairo and society The lesbian dog is zalabia which is the Alexandrian word for sweet fried dough dumplings The Cairene name for sweet fried dough dumplings is "the judge's snack/bite"--I have no idea why Cairenes are weirdos-- our name for hippopotamus is Mr. Cream, actually maybe that's just generally Egyptian You learn not to ask questions It was good to get hugs, Maru stuffed me full of pasta and coconut cake and made me laugh I wonder if Maru feels about me the same way I feel about Kosha since he's older His Cairo was even smaller than mine Even though I've been a little maudlin and missing/mad at Ozzy I've been plugging away at work and the student visa/application for Aus I still have freakish buoyancy and I'm still determined to bloop to the surface I'm so glad I have friends who are neighbors now I don't think I could be as resilient/plucky plucky on my own |