It's snowing. I'm not kidding. It's quite odd. Mikko told me that there was thunder earlier on today.
Our bathroom is leaking. When I was leaving today and stepped outside I noticed this small pond of water next to our front door, looked up, and noticed a crack in the concrete, and there was water dripping down from the crack. Our bathroom's right above it. And there's mould in Adam's room. It's growing bigger and bigger day by day. It only appeared last week and now 'cause it's been raining it's just out of hands.
Amazing amazing amazing.
I did have a happy moment today: I saw the fox again. (One English guy said to me that I shouldn't like foxes, that they're just big rats.)
In the next post I'm going to talk about positive things, promise.
Tigran was shooting me the other day, I'll post some more images later on.
It's been a while! Because I've been busybusybusy. And I still am; shouldn't be doing this now either. But I've been working hard today and yesterday so this can be my break. I'm going mental with my visual (already) but I guess I've always been like that with new projects. It just takes time before things start making sense. I'm writing my dissertation about these Rineke Dijkstra's images, but I can't be asked to explain further just now as that's all I've been thinking for the past two days or more.
Aaaanyways. What else fits into my life now? Hmm. The teaching job has been good, although it's a pain travelling all the way to Barnes, and when I come back it's the rush hour, which means that the tube is packed and it's hot and annoying 'cause I can't even do anything surrounded with that many people. Oh well. I'm a strict teacher btw... I don't get confused, or angry, easily at all though. I try to discuss about everything with them. I was warned about one of the children beforehand, that he's very restless and wild etc, but he's such a nice kid! He just needs to be kept busy and talked with and not ignored. And then the two boys of the group sometimes try to test me or shock me or something by mentioning or repeating the word pippeli (something like willy I guess), but if I start discussing about the matter with them, they get less enthusiastic.
This is our street. (There was a bin burning or something, hence the firemen).
Warming up Gilbert (most of images by Adam, I think):
Toby and Emma in our balcony.
Me telling Naroa that Emma had come to our party... ha ha... ask her what happened next.
Mr. Bird shooting something, what and why, don't know.
The nice, behaving, English boys.
The day after.
Madam shaving with girl sport shaving gel, cold water and disposable women's razor. This was when we had no heating or cold water. Good times...