Tomorrow, to the hamams

Amendment: I miss feeling the presence of women. I don't even think I mean sexually. I mean being able to form myself in response to them. You can feel women here, more even, but don't see them. It is kind of dramatic.

(Blogging makes you write too fast, so I am amending this sentence).

More importantly, I just met my brother, my mother, and my other little brother. Like my younger blood brother, this is one is taller than me and ambivalent about everyone else's appreciation (in the sense of commodities) of me. He is a volleyball player and wants to be a gym teacher. My mother was stand-offish, but I think it was actually nervous...the eyes, the eyes. She couldn't help looking at me. I want to please her badly; can that be productive?

Tomorrow, to the hamams, or bathhouses. Moroccans shower once a week here. Will report, etc.

"A touching culture" some professor mentioned at dinner; does touching increase with proscription of heavier petting?

I like light petting.

You Tube Sudanese Bridal Ceremony.

There is not much distinction between speaking and prayer. The vocabulary is limited, because it is all directed at or in reference to God, but weirdly (romanticization danger) it makes possible more meanings.

Yes, I am on the roof using my cell phone as a flashlight. So: enough. Baraka. Steph is right: time to live (with my family).

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