This is madness

Why this title?

In the end you will know. I'll start with my room. It's time for me to introduce this cell. No, no! I don't mean that it feels like prison to me. It's more in the sense of a monastery: these are my four walls, here I am now at home and here I can retreat and contemplate my thoughts. By the way, I don't want to say much about it. I let the pictures speak. I think it's better than describing everything in detail. Try to create an interesting text in which you describe a room! Ha! No, look at the pictures. Just one thing: I feel comfortable here now.

And now slowly to the explanation of the title.

Today there was a lively WhatsApp traffic. Manuela nudged the group to go to the cinema. There is a super cinema very close by on Av. del 16 de Diciembre, right across from the Megamaxi. The latest films are shown there. Daniela, the student from the USA, prefers small films, good films. Something like Cineplexx compared to Madlen. So we decided to go to Cinema 8einhalb. Somehow I thought there was a film from Ecuador, in Spanish and partially in Kichwa with Spanish subtitles. But no, there was one in the broadest Viennese dialect with Spanish subtitles. 'I thought so, that doesn't exist. Here I am sitting in a cinema in South America and I'm the only one who understands the film, together with the two Swiss women.' - So that's the explanation for the title of this blog ('71 Fragments of a Chronology of Chance' was the title of Michael Haneke's film). - This is madness!

Afterwards we went for a beer at Cherusker, a bar in the entertainment district Mariscal around Plaza Foch. Manuela and I had already agreed to meet there before the cinema and had something to eat. Conveniently located, because it's a relatively short walk from the cinema. Just before midnight we took a taxi home and there ... oh shit, the key didn't work. So I had to wake up my host mother. She thought I was already in bed and had locked the door completely. Then you can't do anything from the outside, even if you have the two house keys. That's a thing here in Quito: Every house has at least two locks, often more. Of course, each one is surrounded by a high wall and often there are electric wires on insulators on top, in several rows. I have no idea if all the systems are live, but I don't want to know either. Often there is barbed wire or, more often in the poorer neighborhoods, pieces of broken glass embedded on top of the walls.

Now it's half past twelve at night, I'm writing, you in Switzerland are getting up, so I'm going to finish now. Writing a blog YES, homework today NO.

One more thing: I also bought boots for the Selva (jungle) in a store like our Jumbo. You can admire them in the photos. (Ohhh!)

Good night!

Äḧḧ, no: Good morning!