２４ ｈｏｕｒｓ

Ｓometimes the Worst Caste Scenario makes you smile and sometimes life (in this case my life) seems so surrealistic, that there is only a great big laughter left.
And in the best case it comes out of your own mouth.
So i try.

Where do I beginn. I actually don't know exactly when the feeling started, that I am in a movie - or living my own short story. Maybe it began after the party. After the drinking wine and eating chocalatecake and talking about politics. The Finance Crisis, The Oil, The Banks, The Capitalists and Communists and the differences between the Press in Europe and in Canada.

I think it startet at exactly that particular moment, when I climbed down the steep stairs from the Topfloor to the deepest morast of the Basement Suite. Brushing my teeth, going to bed. The easy part when you work the 8th day in a row at a stupid job for a stupid company but at a great place. You think that would be the easy part...
Climbing into Bed, listening to German Fairytale and sleep...
Soon the Fairytale got lost in the noises my pregnant latin american Roomate made by her
yelling in the phone.

"No. No. No."
or
"I am right! I am right! I am right!"
or (my favorite)
"Get over it! Get over it! Get over it!"

sometimes it varied ... kind of:
"No. I am right. Get over it! No.'
The headphones at the aquarium - to afraid to overhear the alarm when using Earplugs ... I basicly understood everything.
He had to get over it and she was right!
Why could'nt he admit that.
It would be easier to sleep without yelling ... but i tried anyways.

Somewhere between one or two am the yelling stopped and as soon as she went into her room, I went to the bathroom ... avoiding a grumpy look at me ... avoiding any contact ... avoiding...

The silence came to me like a gift. Sleep came over me like a desired old friend.
Until my other roomate came home.
The clock said three thirty when I looked at her.

The spanish australian Bartender, who promised never ever bring again a girl back home, when I have to work the next day brought a giggeling jiggeling (and I assume fantastic looking and at the age of about eighteen) female nto his room.
When the giggeling and jiggeling stopped and the roring and snoring and the bumping and jumpingg started I lost my nerve for about two seconds.

Whatever... Wherever...
But when the bumping not l0nger stayed in his room. When the bumping included my wall ' I have to admit that the loosing nerves lasted a bit longer than two seconds.
Instead of beeing loud annoyed I went to the bathroom again.
Time to get up anyways... Off to work..

But then.
Finding something I could never make up ... so little and tiny and yet so disgusting. Luckily not in the bathroom. Luckiliy for the creature infront of the fridge...
layed
a tiny, little dead mouse.

First I was schocked, but then I realized that a dead mouse is not half as bad as a dead rat and got aquainted to the idea of getting rid of the mouse.
But the Thought of touching it. Even in an extented manner, was so ridiculous, that I soon
got to the old good ritual of drinking a cup of coffee before the day (and thinking about dead mice) starts.

Again Luckily
the mouse was so far away from the fridge, that I was able to get my milk out without having to move the mousecorps.
Coffee YES.
But FOOD (even with an very empty stomach) seemed not like a good idea.

Off to work.
The eights day... After the week before not two days in a row, but the tuesday and the thursday off....

I stood and asked.
"Should I make a quick picture?"
"Can I convince you to step infront of the green screen?"
I stood and made the squeeky Dolphin and said:
"It is a magic dolphin. If you smile to it, it squeeks."
and I stood and looked over to the desk.
Over to the people with which I am working ... or better not working.

Who stay there ... three persons at a desk with work for one. Who randomly leave the desk - go to places and then come back. No transparence whatssoever.
Who don't feel so good and leave earlier. Who speak instead of english Farsi and who all hate the job...
Who have every two days a broken tire in the car.
Who don't come over to give me a good word or a smile or a "I do your job for a second."
Who make promises and then break them.
Who rely on me, when there is no compensation for relying.

And suddenly it came to me...
Not working at the aquarium sounds like a good idea.
Not staying here sounds perfect.
Not having to get along sounds idealistic.
Not staying all day long at the windy entrance sounds perfect.

And the idea became a fact and the fact became the idea. Or reverse.

I stayed till closing... Of course I had said, that I only would be able to work until four, but...

“He is gone. He is not coming back. Can you close?”

And I close.

I make the Debit/credit report and I shut down the computers and then I take the camera and look at the aquarium...

Climb over the securityfences to take a closer look at the seeotter.

And get a smile from the Security Guard for it.

Take a look at the belugas, when infront of them there are building up a buffet for a function and have a chat with the chef...

Look at the weird places and go the way we yesterday went again.

But yesterday we forgot the Dolphins... We rushed out and we didn't make it and now i suddenly remember, that there is some kind of stuff like the underwaterviewing and I go there and sit for a while.

Watch them play and whirl away. And sit.

The last time I sat there I really wished, that they would come to me.

Today they come. Without wish.

Two of them.

First they look at me and swim by. Just a random look. To check me out.

But instinctivly... I don't know... i know, that I should bow.

That that is the way to greet a dolphin.

“They say hello”, says one guy who makes the cleaning.

“Do you know, if you have to bow to greet a dolphin?”, i ask.

“I don't know.”, he says. To him nothing spectacular has happend.

One of them comes near to me. I hold one hand against the window and bow again. Hide my eyes. As long as I feel that it is right.

And his head rubbes against the window. And when I open my eyes. I see his eyes closed.

Breathe in and Breathe out.

I smille and then he speaks to me. Looks at me and speaks in dolphinlanguage... and then I ask:

“Can I make a picture of you?”

And he holds still.

All the basementsuite and jobstuff is forgotten....and i take the picture...

And then he swims slowly away again...