Saturday 6th June – Sunday 7th June – 6 months, 21-22 days
Saturday morning – the third week in a row I’ve worked on a Saturday. That shit stops as of now. I don’t care if Xanana offers to come in and shake hands personally with every staff member; I’m not working another Saturday this year. As a volunteer, I’m working for my living costs and nothing else, so I’m basically already volunteering my time 5 days a week. I am not going to volunteer my Saturdays as well.
Saturday evening was pleasantly interrupted by a house viewing (vetoed due to lack of doors on the inside) and an outing to Motion bar, to check out a theatre performance organised by the Bibi Bulak (Crazy Goats) theatre group organiser, Johann. A guy called Panjab Mukharjee did a solo theatre performance called Necropolis, which I took to be about the brutality and all-encompassing power of governments over citizens. It was difficult to watch (because I am a big sook, basically) but it was v. good. Mukharjee had us all riveted to our seats, impressive in a small space and given the subject matter.
As for Sunday? Well. It’s 9.23am and next door’s stereo has already been going for an hour. I think I’ve got the only neighbours in Dili who party on a Sunday morning instead of going to church.