A diary about the other side of moving abroad

The paint is off

Everything seems so goofy to me. The same old songs that our polarized society can just about agree on and that are therefore played up and down. The alcohol that makes the society of the others bearable and hides the differences. The feigned togetherness, which is more an expression of a lack of funds than of the will to communicate. The “Deep Clean” sign on the door, which is only hung up for appeasement. The aggressive placement and blocking of access paths with shoes. The taking of space, which does not allow individuality, by property.

The only place of refuge is where there is abundance. The free all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet, the always refilled paper roll above the sink. Searching for immoderation in a place of frugality. Bright colors suggest cheerfulness in a bleak environment. The institution hostel has lost its luster.