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A cab takes us to our "final destination." It's 6 am and we go to sleep. I sleep later than I ever have in my life, but I don't feel rested. At 11:24 I wake with a start and stumble through unfamiliar space to see the time. There are no clocks here. 11:24. I go back to sleep and wake two hours later, unrested, unmotivated, ungrateful. Something feels very off. In the shower I think of solutions and attempt to resuscitate my thinking. No success. We walk down the street so that we can finally eat and finally tell our parents that we are safe. 1 euro for 10 minutes. No emails of importance. After deleting every one, another appears. From my mom. She tells me my grandma died at the hour, their time, that I checked the time in such a confused wake. They'll drive there tomorrow. The funeral will be Thursday.
(((did you know? he can read the future like the psychics on wooden signs with crystal balls and head wraps except his head is a mop of messy brown hair and his souvenirs are stuffed animals, he predicted today in the autumn when things were dying, now it is spring and rebirth is slow but coming but we're dreary still, from paradise she wrote: "i want to go home.")))
Weeks later the dreams of the morning will still haunt me. Running barefoot, swimming in the resort pools, sam was crazy, the unicyclist was there, josh too. We were bandits.
I call mom. Her sister is there. I talk to dad. Everything seems okay except a brewing storm. Their concert the night before was like a spell-binding first date they can't get over. They suggest a Spanish church of grandeur and age. We walk to the coast and go east towards town. The mediterranean is magnificent, blue. In the distance are mountains. We climb to the top of a hill and encircle the Sohail Castle from the time of the Caliphs, protected by the Almohades, and occupied by the Christian Army. We make pasta for dinner, eat ice cream poolside and watch the Discovery Channel until morning.
A cab takes us to our "final destination." It's 6 am and we go to sleep. I sleep later than I ever have in my life, but I don't feel rested. At 11:24 I wake with a start and stumble through unfamiliar space to see the time. There are no clocks here. 11:24. I go back to sleep and wake two hours later, unrested, unmotivated, ungrateful. Something feels very off. In the shower I think of solutions and attempt to resuscitate my thinking. No success. We walk down the street so that we can finally eat and finally tell our parents that we are safe. 1 euro for 10 minutes. No emails of importance. After deleting every one, another appears. From my mom. She tells me my grandma died at the hour, their time, that I checked the time in such a confused wake. They'll drive there tomorrow. The funeral will be Thursday.
(((did you know? he can read the future like the psychics on wooden signs with crystal balls and head wraps except his head is a mop of messy brown hair and his souvenirs are stuffed animals, he predicted today in the autumn when things were dying, now it is spring and rebirth is slow but coming but we're dreary still, from paradise she wrote: "i want to go home.")))
Weeks later the dreams of the morning will still haunt me. Running barefoot, swimming in the resort pools, sam was crazy, the unicyclist was there, josh too. We were bandits.
I call mom. Her sister is there. I talk to dad. Everything seems okay except a brewing storm. Their concert the night before was like a spell-binding first date they can't get over. They suggest a Spanish church of grandeur and age. We walk to the coast and go east towards town. The mediterranean is magnificent, blue. In the distance are mountains. We climb to the top of a hill and encircle the Sohail Castle from the time of the Caliphs, protected by the Almohades, and occupied by the Christian Army. We make pasta for dinner, eat ice cream poolside and watch the Discovery Channel until morning.