Yalla Bye Bye vs Welcome to Egypt!

I have in mind just names...many many names of people who left ever since I arrived to Egypt...
We've been quite a few at the beginning... further or closer, meeting, partying, chatting, being attracted to eachother, getting closer to eachother, getting together or drifting appart, but still us...the Cairo trainees. Right now, from the initial crowd, It's me....myself and Paula... two crazy bitches who have lost our edge, our touch and our social life due to increasing workohoolism and career development expectations...

I'm tyred of saying yalla bye bye...
It started with Andre... then Jacek...then Ifi...then Giuseppe...then Aga & Kosmas ...then Martin...then Filipe....then Dri... then Luigi... then Mada ... soon it's gonna be Raja soon. So my wonderful intercultural universe has fallen appart! no more Brazil, Polish, Italian, Greek, Romanian, Portuguese male new found friend or Romanian Best Friend... they all went yalla bye bye!!! a drop of vodka, of palinca, of wine or beer easened up their gettawaybut still...

I never thought that I will end up being happy to say Welcome to Egypt...my friend!!! but here I am, with a smile rizing on my face when I hear about newcommers... the summer will be long and hot and needing the adventurous and joyful spirit of many excited trainees.

So... yalla trainees... yalla hena... hena kowayes... Misr kowayes... Welcome to Egypt!!!

:)

people come and people go... what is a moment, what is a breakfast together, what does it mean for a close one if you're not there to have the last arranged breakfast together, what does it mean for other people not to be there although they expect you to? non sense questions... heart to heart answers... why is it that you stop talking, why is it that you stop asking, why is it that you just stop?

it's enough to open your eyes and you rediscover, it's enough to open your arms and you embrace...

challenge...

bon appetit!

Every me...

...for every you.

Yup, this is exactly how I feel, like there has to be another me for every of you people I have to deal with everyday...

Now I'm the ame for a lost portuguese in Madrid, really happy I can talk to a friend in this impersonal way called messenger...but hammdullile it exists otherwise my personal network would fall appart...or who knows...

I feel like writing and in the same time like its sauch an effort to stay here and write, I just add hours to my work and dont do anything constructive... I ahve to sleep. Today I interviewed a sales manager in teh pharmaceutical field and I asked him to recommend me somethings for my eyes... his prescription was a couple of hours of good sleep coz no pill or drop would help me, my eyes need just rest and he's right...all the people in my life keep repeating me that and I know they are right but... why can't i stop working...I dont know! Coz I feel like I never did enough and I didn't achieve anything. I really need to release all the tension inside and focus on being constructive with all the distruction that I seem to land into.

friday there will be some waves...of sand ... in my life: big client comes, big client leaves, Mada will leave..Ross will come to visit...saturday pyramides at last...after 6 months it was needed... sunday other big client comes...big client leaves a couple days later... by the end of next week big boss comes back to basis.

every me for all the people
every people for each of me, please teach me how to be every me for all of me!

close your eyes. get a grip. till next time.
aMe