breakfast

I woke up this morning maybe it was about six, and I felt very disoriented. This is a funny thing to say because, of course, I am now in the Orient. Maybe it is because the beds are all too short. Which is also funny, because I have an IKEA bed, and those are made in Sweden (which is not Danmark, but at least people are about the same size).

I looked at the materials the school colleagues had been sharing with me. They have many things. But sometimes, I am not so clear about the philosophy of education. Some of them look at me and say very gently, as if I am a child, "The philosophy is not so important." It makes me feel disoriented too, like that.

I went downstairs to the koppë thiåm, which is what they call a café around here. They served very sweet, dusky coffee, totally non-acidic and not as aggressive as a French roast or German roast. I had it with some sort of egg jam. Or at least, that is what the container claimed. It was very satisfying.