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Almost done with the assistantship thing.
Letter from the Ministry of Higher Education arrived at the local office today, and I'm preparing myself for a trip to Damascus to get a few final signatures to finally commence doing what I do best.
Another ordeal with distant offices will begin some time later when I want to work on a sponsored scholarship degree study thingy.
When I was done for the day, for I'll have to come again tomorrow because the last signature was in a meeting, I found myself alone and free. It occurred to me to pay one of the doctors still dear to my heart, since we still don't know each other all that well, a short and friendly visit. I had to walk into the Faculty of Arts and Humanities for that, but once I stepped into the building, a dark feeling of suffocation engulfed me. It is a plagued area. Not plagued by a virus or disease, but by the very people who roam the place. Faces, eyes, smiles... lies. I feel deceit around every corner; pretentiousness and fakes. It's not about appearances as much as it is about personalities. Not about appearances for sure, for while I can't breathe in the faculty of Arts, I have my coffee where people learn and talk about Architecture.And the girls here are very pretty. Very pretty indeed, I'm telling you, like walking portraits. But for some reason, it seems like they act around here like they would do if they were home. As if their families were around; just the way they are. Over there, everything is a lie. I suffocate.
Letter from the Ministry of Higher Education arrived at the local office today, and I'm preparing myself for a trip to Damascus to get a few final signatures to finally commence doing what I do best.
Another ordeal with distant offices will begin some time later when I want to work on a sponsored scholarship degree study thingy.
When I was done for the day, for I'll have to come again tomorrow because the last signature was in a meeting, I found myself alone and free. It occurred to me to pay one of the doctors still dear to my heart, since we still don't know each other all that well, a short and friendly visit. I had to walk into the Faculty of Arts and Humanities for that, but once I stepped into the building, a dark feeling of suffocation engulfed me. It is a plagued area. Not plagued by a virus or disease, but by the very people who roam the place. Faces, eyes, smiles... lies. I feel deceit around every corner; pretentiousness and fakes. It's not about appearances as much as it is about personalities. Not about appearances for sure, for while I can't breathe in the faculty of Arts, I have my coffee where people learn and talk about Architecture.And the girls here are very pretty. Very pretty indeed, I'm telling you, like walking portraits. But for some reason, it seems like they act around here like they would do if they were home. As if their families were around; just the way they are. Over there, everything is a lie. I suffocate.