they turned the radiators on on sunday, middle of november. i was helplessly just sitting in the dark room with a big window that gives no light, but you immediately know when the neighbors are having fun smoking pot - for breakfast, lunch, dinner, before going to sleep and sometimes even between - the window wants me to be relaxed with the rest of them. the central heating started working, and i said:
yes!, sent an instant message to my roommate chilling in the next room, and told my parents that finally, even thou its still around twenties outside, finally, we have some hot object in our house. my family cheered, maybe they even opened a bottle of champagne - but since, the radiators did not start again.
morning coffee i make extra hot, warm the milk and make it nice with foam. i walk wrapped in my blue blanket, and then, if nothing else helps, i take a hot shower, standing there - water is up to my ankles - there is nobody to fix the drain. i tried, with a knife and a fork, but unsuccessfully. my red, very red toes shine through bubbles water makes when it touches the surface, my skin gets pinker, and i say 'good we have no man to fix our drain; we, at least, have our ankles in warm water'.
and i remind myself that otherwise, life is good. she utubes tengo la camisa negra again, and i open my iphoto one more time; look at that picture i took, close it up, and try to figure out what they eat, what they say, where they go. my mind, my soul is so cold, fucking spain, i say.
