We ate breakfast in the blue room and the three men
started talking about the Tibetan prayer flags I had draped on the desk behind
this laptop.. Younnis took it off the
table to inspect words on the yellow, blue
and red pieces of cloth. The Buddhist hangs the flags wherever it is
possible to hang a flag and the prayers are taken by the wind to the ears of
Om. Before the Buddhists there were the
Hindus who heard the voice of Creation.
And through wind and sound if you really listen close enough, you’ll
hear the mysterious paradox where you won’t hear anything but you’ll know you
heard it. How do you know when you’ve
heard it, how the hell do I know? Have I
heard what they heard at the beginning of the beginning. What a sound it must have been. What sound could the beginning of our
existence sound like other than the low vibrating ripples of time from which
the universes spilled out.
I have been uncomfortable with the silence recently and
for a long time meditation comes with difficulty. Too much clutter, my mind cannot be quiet
with the conversations that have to figure shit out. So, you got your shit figured out? Laying on my back in the hospital I didn’t
have anything figured out.
From the hospital a taxi took me to a travel agent near
the Raja Center Point Hotel in Bur Dubai.
When I finished my business there I walked two blocks to the hotel and
asked for one night, a single. The
slightly less attractive dull blue eyed Russian who reminds me of that Maggie
Glyllenhal behind the counter was less than helpful and then told me to take a
seat, which I did for about a minute and then I got up and retrieved my
passport and gave her a look of really and left by taxi to the Ibis Hotel at the Deira City
Center Mall figuring I don’t really need to be in this part of town and when I
entered the hotel lobby it was full of tourists waiting for what I don’t know,
but the front desk was swamped so I walked right out and went next door to the
Novatel and rooms started at $300 a night and I don’t know, I was feeling cheap
after three nights at the American Hospital of Dubai, the best ‘hotel’
insurance can buy so I walked across the street and noticed it was steamy hot
and looked into the Pullman Hotel and just kept walking and approached a private taxi and asked how much
to the Holiday Inn on Rigga St and the large slick Indian driver in the nice
Lexus took me and dropped me off because we couldn’t find the hotel, I’m still
sure it’s there, so I got out and I didn’t know which way to go, towards the
Garhoud Mall or I see another Ibis the other way so I walk a block and go in
and they are totally booked, ha, so I see three blocks in the same direction a
Ramees Guestline Inn and I find a really cheap smelly room and believe me by
this time it doesn’t matter anymore.
And I took a shower and went to Burger King. And it
wasn’t good.
I don’t want to think it but I think I got a new bed
because I gave my boss’s brother some travel money before he and five others chose
to become migrants. And I explained to
Fezel why the big blue generator should be turned on so we needn’t sit in the
dark eating delicious pan fried potatoes with pepper and slices of onion with
fresh bread. Who does this generator
belong to? Follow the money. From Kandahar to Kabul to Washington. “Obama’s Pocket”. Right, so?
The new bed, Obama’s Pocket. The
nasty rice did not come from Obama’s pocket.
Whoever was in charge of ordering food for the troops surely never ate
this salty gruel.
10.12.15
Rezek and Hanukkah rearranged the furniture in the blue
room and swept/vacuumed the floor. Now I
have a lot of space to dance, wrestle or host lunch for twelve on the carpet. And city power returns after a 24 hour
absence. Let us be clean.
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