I’m still dreaming of you my little Bulbul

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Good morning, nightingales. I’m still dreaming of you my little Bulbul [baby].

I just got the news from Samia confirming that the baby is here. A little less than seven pounds with an accusation that he looks like me (poor fella). Samia didn’t give me the exact the time of birth. She conveyed the message that Rania and the baby are doing well and in good health... I wish I could contact you directly so I can hear your and the baby’s voice and he can hear me too. Things in Ottawa look fine and I’m so sorry I cannot lend a hand in these crucial times.

I believe tomorrow Jude and Sue are coming for a visit. I said to myself the other day that my unpleasant situation at least allows me to see my dear Jude. I miss him tremendously and I’ll be so happy to hold him and kiss him in person after all the years.

The weather here is mild (between 0 and 8 degrees C), unlike your snowy one. We had a nice time in the library where I got a Larouse French-English-French dictionary, an Arabic book about the history of the Middle East, and a book about Turkish culture.

I received the Guardian, a card from Bessa (please thank her), and a letter with four photos of Jena and you in your mid-December pregnancy.

I did not receive any of the canteen items that I ordered last week because my account hit rock bottom. But since they deposited 150 Euros, I’m rich now; he, he, he. I don’t need any money for another month. I ordered garlic and lemon today, and shorts and gloves yesterday, and something else (I forgot what).

I have one plate, one glass bowl, two small glasses (I bought one of them) for tea or water (like the small tea glasses we have at home), one large spoon, one small spoon, one big fork, and a small pen knife. This is my collection of kitchen tools. I usually eat from the plastic containers they bring our food in.

I use my shelf outside the window in the cage as a fridge so I don't have to pay 5 Euros per month for a fridge as long as the weather is cold. I ordered more cheese than usual, since I didn't have any after the financial crisis. So, hopefully next week I'll be healthy and fat again.

I hear that Jena exhausted Jo’s photos on her machine... I just love her. I hope she liked the fox story. I’ll try to write another one for her and one for the little Bulbul. You can read them both stories, and I have to think of new stories now...