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Excerpt from email as usual, not too important so skip if you'd like:

"On August 24th I extened my flight ticket for a month knowing something would be wrong if I did so and my intuition was right. Boaz emailed me the day after and I had completely forget that he was coming to Israel. So after weeks of figuring things out I called my company and asked if it would be possible to be back on the 21st of September so I could see Boaz and make it for Rosh Hashana. I got the usual Indian reply of 'yes, no problem', and I assumed it would be ok. I called back the airway 4 days later to ask a baggage question and had a different woman on the line and she gravely told me that the day I thought I was leaving was super-booked and had an incredibly large waiting list; many other Israelis wanted to go home, and the seemingly the first man I spoke to blew me off.
So my plane back is stuck for the 28th and as far as I know(which is nothing concrete at all) is that Boaz will be out by then."



Anywho, what else am I to say? I am in quite a routine of things. Running in the morning before traffic arises, classes, running into random people, eating. It's not repetitive or monotonous yet, but it will be soon, and one wonders how that is possible in India(though I am more like in Tibet at times).
I got back my Ipod after many sleepless nights waiting for it turn up and contemplating how troublesome it would be. It cost me 3000 RPs so far(60$) and I don't think this will be the end of it nor do I want to spend much of my time thinking on it anymore. The bag is still gone, but I had more sentiment for it than actual use. Sorry Ishai. Unfotunately, the real price to pay came in my conscience which feels I did something wrong in my dealings (this is a complicated little bit of work).

I've been contemplating the life of the himalayan yellow slug. They like the tibetans are everywhere here and I see them also as refugees waiting out their time in these parts. Watching their movements are about the best therapy I've found so far because there is nothing upsetting about how they exist, yet it is quite trivial. Seeing their carcasses being smashed on the roads revolts me as much as anyone, but I am more disgusted that the slug hadn't learned to keep off the pavement. Sometimes when they form together as partners there is a certain passion noticable but one is taxed to ever watch the whole engagement.

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Comments

[n]

hi davey
still using toilet paper?!?

[Honinbou]

depends on the intensity of the BM =)