Wednesday 17th June – 7 months, 1 day
For a Timorese person, my place is quite luxurious.
For a malae in Timor, my place is downmarket, but liveable.
My fridge and toaster oven are next to my bathroom, in case I get peckish while I’m
Washing myself with aid of a dipper from a giant tub of
Cold water; no hot water in the place and indeed
There is no sink, kitchen or bathroom, in my house
I do have a sink in the kitchen but
I still wash up in a bucket because
I don’t trust the sink (it’s grotty, and sometimes the water is brown).
The kitchen has
air vents in the walls (no window),
a light that works sometimes, and
it is separate to the house,
it cannot be locked.
There is exactly one powerpoint in the house
So everything is plugged in using a cunning assortment of Indo and Aussie adaptors.
A six-outlet powerboard dangles from the wall above my bed -
OH&S hazard, anyone?
I flush the toilet (thank God it’s not a squat toilet) by throwing dippers of water into it.
I handwash my underwear every week (water systems can’t handle washing machines) and dry it in my room
I don’t want any more to get stolen.