Sunday, September 28, 2003

the teacher's dorm at nine at night.

the doors are all pale blue and slightly opened. they have rusty, circular bolts on them that are close together and that lock with a large pad-lock. you can not lock from the inside.

the room i head to has three beds in it. two line the wall to my right and one is directly in front of me. in the foreground there is a small stove and a small table and chairs that are folded and placed against the wall. a few small fish sit cold in the pan. books line the walls.

people are dressed in their night ware. the men wear shorts and t-shirts. they walk around in sandals. the girls wear a strange type of pyjama that is all made of one fabric. it normally has an animal on it or a few letters. they chat and sit on beds.

the teacher's compound is surrounded by stagnate water and weeds. the teachers will push their motorbikes into their rooms for the night so they do not get stolen. they will pull out pastel colored mosquito nets and cover themselves. they sleep on wooden beds covered with a thin, bamboo mat. they will sleep with an osculating fan on all night. they will talk before going to bed and then they will slowly drift off. they will wake up early in the morning, some as early as four o'clock, and go running or playing badminton. they will wake up and will know nothing of suvs or lattes or large houses or 'late night with conan o'brien' or the stock market. their lives are different but equally wonderful/horrific.

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