So! Today I started working. Cant say much about it 'cause we only went through safetyprocedures and bookingprocedures and contracts and stuff. But it was nice. It seemed nice. I missed most of the afternoon because I had to try and fix a pps-number. (A kind of social securitynumber I think.) So I have not learned everything I need to know about manual handling. (Lifting boxes.)
Last night I saw a kid trying to jump of a bridge. Or kid, I dont know his age but around sixteen? The Irish all look very young, he might have been twenty for all I know. A kid all the same. The police grabbed him as he was just about to go over.
I also learned last night (sunday, that is), that Pearl Jam played here Saturday night. I feel bitter.
This city has a kind of mean magic about it; it changes shape and size all the time. Cant trust the maps. I navigate by gutfeeling at all times or I get totally lost.
In Cork you can find Murphy's. It's the only place. It's worth to come here just for the Murphy's, I swear. The Murphy's you can buy in other countries is good, the red one, but it's black here. Don't know why. But so good.
Thinking about London.
Monday, 26 November 2007
Love, Kristina at 20:18
Labels: English, London, Murphy's, pearl jam, pps-number, shapeshifting city, suicide, working
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