Kteer 7elw! (So nice!)

Calm and cool. That's how I feel.
Nothing manages to panic or stress me.
Belaaks. Many small things relax me and make me smile.

Like running with my bike on the downhill, with the wind in my face and Natacha in my headphones.
Hearing Cairo noises disturbing our conversations on the phone. 
Meeting a guy on the tram and being surprised that he is so polite to take me around in downtown to return me the hospitality that he received in Portugal. But then he suddenly leaves me as soon as I look in his eyes. (one more tip about Norwegian social behaviour ).
Sitting on the swing in the courtyard, with my legs up and down, sipping my tea, and watching all the house interiors from outside. Two candels on the kitchen table still lighten up, photos on the fridge and the bedroom door closed.
Hearing my professor knocking on my office door to invite me for an informal coffee in his place with the other "Internet" colleagues.
Receiving an email by an Italian public school offering me to teach English for 15 days, and realizing that I had handed my application "only" 2 years ago.
Fixing nails in wall while listening to Sha3aby music at full volume in my sound-proof apartment.
Meeting Rana, my Lebanese office mate, with her pregnant belly, rose cheeks and never-ending will of talking and laughing. Hearing her deep breath while she sleeps under the blanket on the sofa located behind my chair. Kteer 7elw, the last word she said today before falling asleep.
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