Lam as in Tram

August 17th, 2006

i sit on the plush red sofa, simply waiting. i’d just filled out a little slip of paper, deliberately leaving out some fields, fields that i couldnt have filled in anyway even if i wanted to. this couch is comfortable. i’m feeling fidgety and i want to giggle because this is a very funny situation i’m in. i should sit still but i’m afraid that if i do, i’ll burst out laughing. so i try to read this book i’d just bought. but the words dont make sense and i have to read the sentences over and over again. i vaguely wonder, with a slight bemusement, if this is how my best friend felt all those months ago. i’m guessing not.

they call my name and i am brought to meet an old man. his utterance of realization betrayed a slight surprise but he quickly covered it up. he fires a series of questions at me and i answer all of them with a No. he seems pleased. i wait for some advice but he doesnt give me any. this is a very objective guy.

“can i keep that?” i ask the woman as she puts two orange bundles in my hands. upon hearing my question, she quickly crumples up the foil that held the bundles and vehemently shakes her head. “No no no, you cannot! cannot!” she says with much gusto. i cant help but laugh. i just want it for a keepsake. but i understand her reluctance.

i walk out of the room feeling very giggly. this is so funny. this is one of the little things that i will remember most about this new planet.

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