Wake up

14th of October

The sun, bringer of overbearing heat and extensive dehydration, has almost decided to rise and shine over Pochara Lakeside. The alarm on my phone tells me it's six o'clock and that it's time for me to rise and shine as well. I dropped the phone and took a deep sigh. I was less keen. My bed had about the right pleasant temperature which only happens when the sun had been on a break for a couple of hours and not tending to the otherwise sauna-like environment in my room. I stretch my legs and swept with my arm for the phone. I could hear someone passing on the street in a almost awakened stroll, but that was about the only activity in the area. The city was only just trying to wake up. I concluded my body incapable of rising and shining. I pressed snooze.

The alarm told me the ten minutes had passed and my snooze was over. The city was still just waking up by the sound of it and my bed still felt amazing. The alarm was obviously wrong determined my still sleeping brain and pressed snooze again.

The sun had just past above the horizon of houses and shine in through the thin and boringly brown curtains to my room. This was apparently what convinced me to get up. The phone had gone of in a last alarm and was now laying there glowing proud and powerful while watching me get dressed and leave through the door of mosquito net. It automatically locking the keypad and went back to slumber, the lucky bastard.

I went down the surprisingly cold stone stairs and headed for the front door. It must have been a cold night, or maybe the could stairs surprised me every morning. I couldn't really care which. The front door was not as much a door as it was a gate. A big black folding bar gate of the sturdier model which I by now knew didn't have any magical field to prevent mosquitoes from entering. I had my hopes about that when I first got here, I mean it looked old and rusty enough to be magical, but my heavily bitten legs could prove that theory wrong. The gate was secured each night by a, also big to fit the proportions, iron lock. It had been unlocked now, hopefully by someone in the house, so I skipped in a very drowsy way out and fetched myself one of the broomsticks. Because back problem seemed as a part of the culture, the stick had been removed from each broomstick only leaving a broom. I fetched myself a broom. While heading back up I gave it a suprising thought that I still didn't knew who opened or closed the gate, but then maybe that was something surprising me every morning. I started to dust the floor outside my room.

I had found out that about the only thing to do in the morning was to dust the floors in the Orphanage. Even thou the Orphanage was pretty big with even three stories if you counted the roof, this just didn't take even nearly the three hours we had until we should take the kids to school, and we were four volunteers fighting for job. If I then got up with the sun, almost at least, I would beat the others to dust the second floor and sometimes even the playroom. With a slightly cleaner conscience and still nothing to do I could head for bed. Maybe I stopped by the kitchen first for a cup of the sweetest tea I'll ever drink, they said this was good for the altitude like I needed a reason to consume sugar, before steering towards my room.

By now would the kids be awake and running around, much as kids do. It must be something biological. I had tried before to help them in the morning, with homework, cleaning or anything else a parent usually would help with, but not even the elder kids have the motivation to communicate in English before breakfast. I understand them, I didn't feel motivated for a nepali lesson either. Besides, a big plate of dal bath could really do me good right now.

I went to my room which temperature now had started to climb rapidly. A cool shower might do me better then a warm bed right now, so I compromised to a quick nap in the bathtub. Settlers of ants had for some reason found the bathroom a suitable place for a new colony and dispatched a party of the braves adventurers they could spare to investigate the furthest regions of their new empire. This annoyed me a great deal, since it apparently was me they were gonna investigate. I thought shortly about what karma would say about flushing down this brave group of ants, but it made me remember that the lever to the tap had gone loose yesterday. Karma seemed to have an answer to everything.