Carola, Cath and DA

Date: 10/27/2023

I’m in Morocco again at Carola and we’re celebrating Christmas by having breakfast in her son’s double bed. Neither of us wants to be there, I get the feeling. Her gift to me is breakfast, a lame pizza. I feel ashamed I didn’t think of a gift for her. Then I need get ready for Halloween and grab my 60 liter backpack so that I can carry the big shoes to Catharine’s. Meanwhile DA is texting me that the resolution of my photos is too low because I’m using an old phone and that if he hasn’t reached out to me is because his job doesn’t let him get close to me or dive into some political topics with me. He gives me a list of all the books he’s read, some in my range. I feel like I have to justify myself.