Slice of Chaotic Life

Actually I did not ask him if he was an asylum-seeker, but his physical features and accent place him deep in the Middle East, and we don’t have much work immigration from there. Besides, I saw the car of the asylum-seeker agency outside here a few weeks ago, so I was waiting for this.

He seemed genuinely surprised that I was Norwegian; he probably believes the agency owns this place. And why not, it is in the middle of the city so it is an ideal place for people who want to be around others from their homeland. It is not easy to be the only brown-skinned person for miles and miles, as could easily happen in the countryside. Here they can hang together with friends and mortal enemies day after day.

I am still looking for a cheaper place, but most don’t have a long duration. If I can only live in a place for half a year, the cost of moving will more than eat up any savings in rent. I need at least a year or two. Of course, it is anybody’s guess whether I can live here for that long. It depends largely on the sanity of my new upstairs neighbor. He seemed intelligent enough, so I don’t expect him to set fire to the furniture as long as his sanity holds up, far from home in a godless country where no one respects him. Wish him luck, I certainly do, if nothing else then for my own sake.