The otherday a man tryed to seduce me. He did quite a good job, in that I was talking to him. As I wondered how to get out of my predicament he asked me what my degree was in.
‘International politics’ I replyed whearily.
He glared at me, as if though I’d leured him into talking to me under false pretences.
‘Everyone knows politics students don’t like men,’ he spat, and stalked off.
In the old city the streets are narrow. people have trained jasmine and vines along wires so they grow from one side of the road to the other, shading the path below. Lots of the shops have caged birds hanging outside them, theire song mixing with the street sellers crys. One idiosyncratic shop has a cage with two Syrian Hamsters hung outside it instead. No one seems to have told them that they are supposed to fight to the death and then eat each other.