In the flat

There is this truck that keeps going by playing the same loud music over and over. No words. Just the tune. He’s got a bunch of jugs in the back of the truck, but no one seems to stop him for anything. Then this morning a group of pilgrims led by a priest came by singing some hymn in a foreign language. They are headed for the Nativity Church, which I have been too busy to visit so far. My street is narrow but cars can go on it. At night the young guys do the loop here. It’s loud until around 1 pm and then quiets down. There is a senile woman who lives across from me. She can be quite pleasant but sometimes becomes agitated and upset.  The neighbors look out for her. At the end of the street there is a little bakery but the owner speaks no English. I have better luck with the convenience store two doors down. An amazing 24 hour bakery is a 15 minute walk from here. That seems to be the most dangerous thing in the neighborhood.

Today we are going to Beit Sahour to visit a family Inger knows.  It will be nice to get out of the city. Then this afternoon I meet my class, and we will see how it goes.

Pace e bene

chris

I’ve gotten used to Nescafe instant coffee with sugar and milk. I make it strong, but when I get home, Starbucks and Bugisu are going to really give me a buzz.

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