One Apple A Day #50
Journal of Cpt. Nemo, 12.04.2017, Salmyia, Kuwait City.
I’m sitting outside at Paul, the one at the Marina mall. It’s the first time I come to this place since I moved to this country. It wasn’t part of the plan but the mall was closed. I arrived at 9.15 in the morning, malls open after 10 am. I forgot about that. I walked here like I usually do, but is getting too hot. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk so far from our flat again. Summer is coming and with the summer the unbearable hot of this country. It’s nice to sit outside. Even if I’m facing a busy road. But it’s morning and I love cities in the morning. I like to watch the delivery guys bringing stuff to shop and restaurants. The café are half empty and the clients are probably the loyal ones coming every day. Being here writing notes at this time of the day makes me feel like a local. And like a real writer.
This place smells of Kuwait. Everything here smell of Kuwait. Apart from that corner in Salmyia, on the gulf road. That place smells of hell, pure sulphur. The rest is a blend of car emission, fried food, humans. This town has a stinky smell. Like if everything is sweating. Including the buildings. I think it’s the hot temperature. It melts everything.
There’s a nice breeze. Today it’s hard to focus on anything. It’s always like that. When there’s a problem to solve I enter a sort of “hunter” mode where my mind is constantly thinking of ways I can catch my prey, the solution! I know me. I will be like this until it’s solved.