Windows

I get to see windows.
Women reaching out to hang clothes and reags on a clothes line.
I woke up this morning and saw a man in the hallway. He talked to me in Armenian, I answered in Russian, he walked away. I didn't know who he was.
I arrived last night six hours ago and still awake now. Nobody seems to be up.
Vienna was amazing, so was my Argentenian companian I went with. To see Gustav Klimt's work in the raw put me to my knees. Seeing the texture made me thank G-d for letting him be alive. The journey went over pretty well. I threw up in D.C. and wanted to throw up when I arived here.
We'll see how much I stick to Russian, how interactive I will be with men. My head is starting to hurt again from no sleep or something else.
It smells of a mild burning. There are things in the air (like the bees right next to me for instance) and defenitly sounds of shoveling metals, hammering, sweeping. I am hearing life on this wire car seat outside.

I get to see windows. People's lives, people's houses in front of my eyes.

There house is bigger then mine, vaulted cielings and a stairway. But concrete is its walls and you see it on top where it meets the ceilings.

I wonder if rich people here help out the poor... I hear birds and locked myself out. This is my first morning. Please forgive me for the randomness. I can only hope for my brain to unravel in clarity. Although, that is asking for it.