Day 9 - The Beauty of the Fan

I have two fans in my room. One on the ceiling, which is useless, and a standing fan, which is good. The latter has three speeds and can be set to move from side to side. Sometimes I aim it directly at myself, ahh, that feels good. Sometimes I intentionally set it to oscillate. Then the airflow moves away from me at times, but when it comes back, I feel doubly happy. And if I positioned myself on the bed in a way that the air blows into my pants...awesome! Happiness has many levels. And you can be happy with so little.

Today I did my first big laundry. The family doesn't have a washing machine, everything is washed by hand. Every day, clothes are hung on lines that are stretched more or less through the kitchen. Since there is no hot running water, the laundry is washed at an estimated 20 degrees Celsius. I don't know if I've ever washed anything manually, at least not such a large quantity. Occasionally, I will probably use the services of one of the numerous laundries.

Many families earn some extra money by selling, for example, empanadas or potatoes filled with cheese at their own doorstep. A small table is placed in front of the door or in the entrance, and the cooking happens in the kitchen. "My" family also does this, but only on weekends. It seems to be going well. For many, it is also the only source of income if, for example, they are not fortunate enough to be able to rent out a room.

Tonight I am meeting Maggie and we are going to a concert:

Concert among friends: Rock, Jazz, Reggae, blue

I will report back.

The photo shows the watchdog Princessa. She is a German Schnauzer. We converse in German.

Feels like 35 degrees Celsius, partly cloudy, but dry. No wind.