memory: "catholic girls start much too late"... it comes on while listening to my ipod on shuffle waiting for a double decker bus in stoke newington, london on my way to the tube. watching hasidic jewish children running around unsupervised in the unusual august heat. the night after crashing at an old friend's place, listening to foxes that sound like shrieking babies.
that surreal feeling i get when i'm in another country, navigating around on my own. at least this time i have a pre-paid mobile and numbers to call in case i get lost. my inherent lack of internal compass always causing a slightly panicked state on vacation.
amazing to me that i remember other sensory parts of being away, rather than the visual. guess that's what cameras are for?
cigarette stench of my low budget hotel in paris combined with the din of yelling, in what my sister says is cambodian, coming from the apartments surrounding the building. having to ask the elderly, hard of hearing, parisian man at the desk for the room key in broken french every time i come and go.
strange noises in the massive backyard of my cousins' house in county clare, real or imagined. scaring myself by reading ken bruen novels before bed in a too-cold-for-july spare bedroom. remembering some moz quote about not believing in ghosts until he went to ireland...
"the sinners are much more fun..."
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