Sleep and I had another night of fighting. I forgot to bring some medicine to the cabin, it might be the reason, or it might be that Terje stained the new part of the cabin yesterday. Anyway, I had a hard time with my sinuses.
Isn´t it strange how dark everything feels during the night? Not only the light, but also the mind, the everything. I sat in the chair near the huge dining- and everything table, the chair I always use, made by a local artisan. The view was the same as ever. Dawn came, with the most amazing pink sky you can imagine, an eagle flew back and forth in search for his breakfast. A tiny little "what is this bird called" (Mum, can you ask dad, my bird expert?) was singing in the fir tree outside the window on my right hand side.
I saw the beauty, but I had a hard time enjoying it. My body told me - GO TO SLEEP, this is not the time for reflection.
After a couple of hours, and some better breathing, I obeyed, found my bed and fell into a doze.
Now a beautiful morning is here, we have had breakfast and I am listening to Beethoven´s 5th Symphony (dear Hossy in India, who passed away while we were in Barcelona, always listened to Beethoven on Sundays when I spent my month with him and Carolyn in 2008. I have made his habit mine), and my mood and energy level is back to normal.....almost.
While preparing for Istanbul, I am reading an interview with John Freely, the man who has written the most books on this amazing city. The interviewer is Barrie Kerper, and in the last question she asks:
You have written more than 40 books, including A History of Robert College in two volumes; you teach physics; you write articles; you lead walking tours and boat trips; you research ancient civilizations; you´re a father and a husband; you allow people like me to come and interview you. How do you do it all?
John Freely has a very simple, though yet so hard, answer:
I don´t sleep. You get an extra life that way.