The title tells all, the reason behind the tardiness of this daily entry (and my skipping the office) is a visit I paid to the University of Jordan - a place I terribly miss.

Oddly enough, there were no slow pedestrians blocking my way today as I was going from point A to point B (A and B are variables), and there were no unpleasant comments or surprises whatsoever.

This was delightful, not to name it anything extravagant, and the weather was beautiful - a bit on the hottish side but it was a much-needed change from air-conditioned, confined and detailed offices. The flip-flops were also a mark of rebellion - against the formality of the job, as opposed to the casualness of campus, and rebel they did until they sliced through my skin. Walking such distances in those two tools of torture is a sin that I will never stoop to ever again, so help me God.

Shortly after my arrival, my friend found me and, as usual, I suggested “food” as the medium over which we can communicate. That worked out perfectly well; I looked for Dante’s Inferno but could not find it in an adjacent bookshop. Very upsetting that this bookshop always sells the Purgatory and Paradise, but never Inferno. It makes me wonder really if those people mean something by that peculiar choice of editions put on sale.

A lot of walking I did today, aimlessly. I wanted to feel the energy of the campus and the students, most of whom I saw for the first time. But there were a few familiar faces, some of whom too familiar to the entire present population of the university and several to come.

I was unable to catch my favorite professors, however, but that would have rendered the day a bit too perfect. Yet I was able to sit close to the Languages’ Centre, where I used to sit every day, and I managed to grab my book and read.

Then came two annoying girls, who seemed fresh on campus, and sat next to me talking nonsense and laughing. Something told them I did not enjoy their presence, perhaps my displeased aura, and they left in about ten minutes. I do not appreciate strangers’ proximity to my personal space.

Needless to say, there are very few people who might be interested in knowing how I spent my day (if interested in anything at all related to my self) and this puts no force into this entry but rather strips whatever force it has from it and tosses it into the sea. I am posting this all the same, let’s discount my previous argument, because I feel it necessary to share a chip of refreshing life with you.