13th of July 2016
Kazakhstan time zone
Very odd how we get used to habits. I’m in my second week here, and still I feel like I'm on a European time zone. Breakfast (if any) is usually not consumed before 12, lunch between 3 and 4 pm, very light dinner, and bed time always postponed till the very end. And at the time I'm writing this, it's 3 am here.Working time is not helping to settle down either, as my shifts don't start before 4pm and can finish up until midnight. I'll write more about work soon, as it's the main reason I'm here, after all.
Tonight, like every other nights since my arrival, I’m accompanied by the music left on by someone living in the neighbourhood. But it's not annoying at all. Actually, now I feel like I couldn't sleep anymore without this lyrical music, of which I don't know the words but I think it's Italian lyrical music, perhaps played with an old gramophone. And it's such a classy and full of melancholy music, that I keep wondering who might be the person who is enjoying it so much to turning it on every night, and leave it on even after 6am (yes, I've been up until that late to know it!).
Whoever this person is, I hope he/she will carry on with it, because these tunes are already feeling like part of my journey.
See, it's so easy to fall into a new habit, and so hard to let go of it. And tonight, as every other night, I will be on the bed with my mind wandering and thinking about all these new things seen and done, while the music from this stranger is still on, and I really believe that travelling is the best activity we have to live a meaningful life.
Stay tuned