Lost in translation

Strangeness surrounds me. It is quite remarkable to experience foreign language, specially when you can't understand a single word, either spoken or written. I have barely talked to anyone at the airport today. I'm stuck in Hong Kong for ten hours. There is no long or short hour. The rate of ticking of the clock does not change and yet the moment seem to be passing by oh so slowly. Relativity? Perhaps or it is more like that I'm bored outta my fuckin mind.

I've taked two showers but I'm itching like I haven't showered in days. Maybe it is the foreign soap or water. It is hard being out of your element. It is hard not being able to talk to someone at the level you are accustomed to. It sucks. It really does. Talking in sign language to the cleaning lady was an adventure in itself but nevertheless she was helpful. It doesn't matter what I asked her but the fact that she tried hard to help me matters. Bitch.