Vacillations of an Opiophile

The weather has finally cooled and feels good. For the last 3 weeks, Paris was under a brutal heat wave. In a few days, I'm going backpacking solo in the Alps for 2 weeks. Mina is back from Algeria.

Mina had been gone for 1 month to stay with her mom in her seaside house. Now that she is back, she is suddenly inviting me to go with her and meet her mom in Algeria next month. Algeria is one of those countries the US government warns you to stay out of. After meeting her mom and the rest of her family, we would spend some time sight seeing and then backpacking in the Atlas mountains and some in the Sahara desert.

Mina had been gone for 4 weeks, and that's a long time. In the mean time, I have been seeing a lot of Ritzko. Ritzko grew up in Japan and went to college (Harvard) in the US. After grad school, she was a reporter for the Wall Street Journal (pre Murdoch) for several years. Later, she moved to Paris and does something completely different.

I spent a year in the desert practically alone and never felt lonely. Here, I feel horribly, lose_my_mind and need morphine for comfort lonely after Mina was gone for only a few days. Not wanting to sleep my life away on morphine, I tried to keep myself busy with Ritzko.

I still don't know what it means for a woman, especially an Arabic woman, to invite me to visit her mother. In the US, in my experience, it has meant the woman is claiming you. Her mom is a moderately religious Muslim as well. I have no idea if my guess is right, but I have the impression they take boy-girl relationships more seriously in that culture. I will take it as a compliment and go.

Other than that, is she trying to send me a message? Or am I over-thinking this? The reason I think she might be trying to send me a message is because of something that happened with Sara, a grad student from Pakistan. Sara was in the same lab with me several years ago. She was nice to me from the day she met me. Soon, she started giving me presents. They were only things like boxes of tea or a book every now and then. I didn't think anything of it.

One day, Sara spotted me having coffee with another girl I knew. The girl was not my girlfriend, but the next day, Sara went apeshit at the lab. She asked me how my "girlfriend" was. I told her that wasnt my girl friend but she wasn't satisfied. She glared at me the whole time she was there that day. She looked like she had gone crazy. Then she ripped up my project poster and quit.
 
Algeria? I would never go there nowadays. Trekked the Sahel for my IDF Walkabout, but it was much different a quarter of a century ago. Is she Arab or Berber?
 
She's Arab. She says her Mom wants to meet me. Her mom lives in Oran, on the coast. She's explained that I would have to be with her and her friends/family, especially if we go out of the city because many of the natives aren't friendly towards Americans, especially those who don't speak Arabic. So, I don't know. Visiting around the city should be OK. Many/most speak French so it will be easy enough to do things. But going much farther is probably a bad idea now because of the political climate.

I have no idea if this (being taken home to meet the mother) has any meaning. In the US, it does, but in Algeria, I have no idea.

When you trekked across the Sahel, did you go alone?

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I'm about to do a 2 week trek through the Alps solo tomorrow. I will probably try to taper off the morphine while in the mountains over the next 2 weeks. Little by little. That's better than WDs while going through the customs line in Algeria. I understand that heroin is all over the place there, but I won't have any way to get it safely so it is better to quit here. I can always take it back up when I get back.

Ritzko is on a business trip in Italy so I haven't seen her for a week. Ariadne is finally back from her month long vacation today and just sent me a text message asking if I want to go out and do something. She invited me to a boat party (péniche) Wednesday. I need to hurry and buy the train ticket for the Alps...

By coincidence, a friend, Lucia a Columbian expat, is moving to Phnom Penh in October.

I like movies and watch all kinds of them. A lot of what I pick I really like andl most is good enough to finish. But yesterday, I started to watch something that hurt me. It was Terminator 2015. Immediately it begins with recycled lines from Terminator 1 as though the writers think they are being clever by re-using cheesy Iines in a way I'm sure they think is ironic. And the appearance of Schwarsanegar himself reminded me of Grandpa doing karaoke to 'Bad to the Bone' at the local dive bar. He was pathetic. Not that I hate him. He was great in Blazing Saddles and one of the Conan movies. But this was too much. It's like he's too far gone now mentally to realize what the movie is bad and takes it way too seriously. The pain by the first 20 minutes of this movie was unbearable adn I had to turn it off.
 
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