0=ZEEEEROOOO

Torun, November 4 2006

By "0" i'm not refering to what is believed to be Arabs' most "prominent" invention, i'm rather talking about temperature... yes i've finally experienced a 0 degree! not the Moroccan type 0 degree... this is a real ZEEEEROOOO!! the kind of zero that gets under your made in China winter jacket to your skin and bones... you don't feel your face anymore, your nose is red, your nose "production" ;) is there to stay, the air you breath is as sharp as razors, the words you talk vapor in front of your face while you're watching them fading away ( after all one never says something interesting) , your fingers don't respond anymore, while an existential question keeps looping in your chivering brain: what the hell am I doing in this country??!!:) but i really do like Poland.

The trip was peculiar. My flight to Milan was cancelled. reason? i dont know. actually nobody does. Morocco is the country where one never asks Why, you just take it in your face when you least expect it. So they sent me/us to the so called Terminal 3! yes dude, there supposed to be 3 terminals in Casablanca. Vision 2010 oblige :p. we headed to Terminal 3 expecting some super high tech building with some super hot receptionists:). again, i forgot that expecting too much was considered to be a " cardinal sin" in Morocco... The Terminal rather looked like a warehouse in the middle of nowhere, and made the travellers look like shipments going in and out... I finally registered, but ignoring the destination. it could be Milan, Rome or even Florence. I had to wait, a Moroccan type of waiting, and again you can't complain or ask why because you might be barred from the random waiting list to the unknow destination. after 2 hours came the verdict. I'm embarquing, miraclously to Milan, and if everthing goes fine i will not miss the connection to Warsaw. It's only after i got on the plane that i realized i had no luggage sticker on my passport. i was hoping that i will not lose my luggage. after all, this kind of bullshit doesn't happen 3 times to the same person for the same destination. again, i was wrong. it wasn't my day of luck. my friend always says i'm too lucky. He was wrong on that one too. I lost my luggage. a 22 kilos bag with my new suite, my brand new shoes, and what were supposed to be my winter clothes. But the positive side is that i could finally complain and ask why! which i did... on paper :) ... better than nothing...

Ania was waiting for me. she came all along from Torun to Warsaw, a 5 hour long trip. She waited for 4 hours, and we spent 8 hours in the AIrport waiting for the first connection to Torun ... the way back was white, kind of contrasting the images of Morocco stuck in my mind, but it got warmer once into the bus. after 5 hours we arrived to Torun, a cute small student town. i was hosted by the Florex ;) whose kindness and bravery exceeds anything i've ever seen... i'll never be thankful enough Ania...