Quiet morning

My dear Void, its really so quiet here. And I dont live in the middle of nowhere in a little hut. I live in an area of block-buildings. I live in a 5-storey house with over 100 apartments and yet its so quiet that you can hear a pin drop. Maybe its so quiet because its so early. I dont mean that on other mornings its a bustling place here like a marketplace in Cairo but its little eery, not even cars passing outside.

I dont know what happened to me yesterday, I was yawning all day at work. And my work is not really a desk-job. I dont work in an office, Im constantly on the move (and yawning). So I came home,  had something to eat and around 8pm I went to bed. I honestly thought that I was going to read for a while and then sleep. Wrong. As soon as my head touched the pillow, I was out. I did try to read, I have my absolute favourite book on my improvised nightstand (I can read that book over and over again and every time find something new, its really amazing). Frances Mayes "Under the Tuscan Sun". Maybe you have heard about  it, they even made a movie about it, but I can assure that the book is way better, because its impossible to cram all that, ALL that into a 1,5 hour movie. And some key things are different in the movie, they needed to add some things for the sake of suspense and action. Book is wonderful, I strongly recommend you read it.

Just take a look, you may fall in love. I wish I could go there one day. To actually see where it all took place in the book.