Today has been a long, long day. Literally, but not only.
I had to wake up at 4.30, to bring el Abuelo to the station: the bus was leaving at 5. Then 20 minutes of walking from the parking to home, 2 hours of non-sleeping and then up again before 8 to bring the new students to the city hall. In vain, since in ALaRI “organization” is still an unknown word: two wasted hours.
In the afternoon, I finally went to meet the Exception at the hospital. It took me a couple of hours as well, and I could see her just for five minutes. Nothing changes: I’m always late, even when I don’t know when I should be there, or out of time. And I cannot help it, or at least it seems so. Anyway, it was everything but a waste of time: a fleeting contact with what is probably her real life, something that I will never know.
To be late is not worst. It is most importantly to have a place where you could hurry to, and to know someone who is waiting for you somewhere…