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~calm~, *fitter*, {happier}, +more productive+..

The alarm sounds and its a lose-lose situation. The choice is between waking up and a subterranean homesick dream. Its been raining heavily for 2 whole days now. I think there is more water than air outside. The thought of wearing my wet, filthy socks sends my half opened eyes towards the mochilla. I imagine myself packing quickly and gettingthefuckouttahere. Mei enters the room and offers me a cup of . I try to say thank you but I end up saying something like “thaaahhgh”. Upon finishing my coffee I feel slightly better and I balance it back to ZERO by getting dressed. By the time we arrive at the cofee-place (08:00, that is) I am more wet than most fish. Everybody is hurrying through breakfast, conducting effortless conversations. I have another coffee with the given circumstances I am too weak to actually resist an offered cigarette. “Are you ready?” Remo asks me. I answer by getting up. We silently make our way up the trail that leads to our part of the jungle. Goodbye cement, hello trees. So many trees… Its a 15 minutes jog through thick jungle. By now I am able to keep up with Remo, but I dont follow his steps exactly – I have my own do’s and dont’s – put my foot here, this rock is slippery, dont touch this tree. “MAAAOUU!”, “MAAAAUUU!” – there it is. Same spot every day. I shout back. We both do. We arrive at the cage 10 seconds later. “Hola Sonko!”. “MAAAUU”. “Hola chico, bon dia”. “MAAAUU”. We stick our hands through in the cage to say a proper touchy-feely-hello. He rubs himself strongly against our hands – he´s wet but warm. “Purrrrrr........” – commencing countdown, engines on. I clean the cage today. I let Sonko out, attach him to his runner and start cleaning.. Bowls – red brush. Bed – Green brush. Clean bones. More water. Listo. I go out of the cage and Sonko approaches me as if to thank me. I let him lick my hand. His tongue is so rough that it makes some old scratches bleed again. But it feels nice and does wonders to my smile =} I am still not very talkative when i reach the hammock overlooking Sonko’s area. Remo tells me things in Israel look bad. I tell him I dont want to hear about it. He understands. He needlessly reminds me it’s his last day here. We need a new volunteer but no one of the new ones wants to stay for a month. The hammock swings from side to side – I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the rain falling on the jungle canopy and on the plastic canopy above my head. It has a cool rythm to it. Something like an aphex twin track. It’s been two weeks since I arrived here but time seems condensed and distorted. It feels like 10,000 years had gone by really quickly. “Roy is leaving!” – we hear the shout that tells us we have 5 more minutes before the morning walk. I am taking the rope this morning. We are going on the long trail – Sonko won’t be too happy about that – but it’s important that he walks as much as possible. One leash around the waist attached to a long one at the end of which goes Sonko. As soon as I clip him on we start jogging to the trail that is leaving his area. He runs uphill and there is no real way to keep up. He turns around at the top and I am 3 meters down the steep hill behind him – He gives me his head-slightly-tilted-dilated-pupils-I-am-going-to-jump-on-your-head look. “No saltes, Sonko!”. “MAAAAUUU!” He won’t jump me today.
So.. following the loss of the 4th credit card, I am now back in Santa Cruz. I Need to be back in B.A by march for some rainbows and currently thinking about what I should do until then and what other very valuable thing I should lose next.
Oh, and for all of you technologically challenged people – DOWNLOAD THIS before trying to watch the attached videos (the .divx files are the videos {videos are sequences of images}).
Amor y Queso²,
Ayal (x – 25)

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