It is very cool here in the morning. The fountain isn’t on, which the
fish seem to prefer. They are swimming around. You can see the dead
ones floating around in the water clearly. There are two.
There is a couple playing badmitten. They seem to be having fun. I
like to imagine them reconnecting, now that they have to spend a week
together in quarantine. Maybe the last time they played badmitten
together, they were teenagers. I would like to note that I am really
not sure how to spell badmitten. Two men are jogging back and forth in
the few hundred yards we are allowed in. Whenever they pass one
another, they wave.
Someone is doing Tai Chi. An American couple appears. The woman’s
shirt says "Lutheran Chick". They tell the kids that the fountain will
come on at 7, and the guards will change. Both of those things happen.
More couples are walking. Women wear low pumps, men shower shoes. Only
the Americans are dressed for exercise, and they move the fastest. One
woman is wearing bright blue Crocs. It’s warming up. The air has
what’s becoming a familiar haze. The bottoms of the clouds look dirty.
The fountain, as long as I’m detailing the negatives here, has a
distinct smell. The American man lets his mask dangle from his ear.
It’s easier to be positive during the day. Last night I wrote a long,
desperate email to the embassy. How could they let this happen? How
could it be ok that I have to tell my five-year-old not to put her
hand through the hole in the hotel wall? How could I let this happen?
Then I erased it.
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