It was a busy day. I awoke, showered, breakfast, and went to meet the Baha’i. I found them at the entrance of their dead prophet’s tomb. It is located in a well-manicured garden with untouchable trees, uneatable fruit and peacocks made of brass. The books i wanted, i could not get from their hands, not that they did not have them but because i had not joined the exclusive club. So, i was told by others to visit the library at the university which i went in search of on foot. i found it was two or three hours walk that would get me back well after dark, so instead i turned around and found the fruit and vegetable market, a better place to stay; we shall see, then hopped the bus to the university, found the library, located the books and made my way back where i had soup, bread, green tea, wrote Sevgilim a note and now here i sit writing, listening to bowl i bought in Greece E^^A(Delta)A crack because i put hot water into it for my soup. Now i must see if it will still hold water, just as i must see of the Baha’i. But the bowl cracked with heat, not cold. A premonition from one to the other? I shall retire early tonight for i have much reading to do tomorrow.

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