good morning! 
still not clear, but at least visible
Mark had
been somewhere overnight but only in the evening, I saw that he had written a
message on “Line” to meet in the garden in the morning. I wonder if people in
100 years (if they survive climate change) still will use a dozen different
apps for messaging or if WeChat will rule over China and another app over the
rest of the world. For me, one would be enough. And “Line” is not my favourite,
because it didn’t work well on my fairphone. But maybe, they will not need any
device extra to be called “fair” in 100 years, because there is no more coltan
or gold to be mined under slavery conditions and everything else is done by
machines.
So, we didn’t meet in the garden, Mark was working there alone, and I did my
homework.
Today I was in contact with the agent of CMA CGM , the cargo ship company, or,
to be honest, I felt as if we wouldn’t be in contact, because four times I was
asking the two simple and basic questions “Where will we meet?” and “When will
we meet?” and got four replies but no answers. At least, I know that the ship
will arrive in Kaoshiung on 7th of March at 12:00 and leave 12 hours
later, further, I know that within the process of coming to the port and
sailing, I must come to the port authorities and I found out this address and
there are two days left to ask again my basic questions or to wait until the
agent feels the need to tell me that on his own.
At noon, mark went with me to another vegetarian restaurant and later we made
our Bürgschaft-recording. Statistics: “Die Bürgschaft” has 20 verses with 7
lines each, so all in all 140, and so far, 61 are recorded. Maybe I will have
to switch from my hosts on this trip to my future surfers in Vienna to complete
it.
After another work session, permeated and overgrown by some procrastinating
facebook scrolling – when I got a message I did not only read and answer it, I clicked
on the “start page” -if it is called like that in the English version- and
scrolled down until I either had seen too many useless things or get stuck on
something interesting (which costs some additional reading time), so I would
prefer another messenger without this timeline feature, but maybe I then would
find other ways to procrastinate?
Where was I?
Ah, after another work session, permeated and overgrown by some procrastination,
we met for dinner at Mark’s flat. His wife had come back from volunteering at
the temple or monastery and it was the first time after Vienna that I saw her,
because during my last (shorter) stay, she was at the monastery, too.
The last set in front of my PC was shorter but more dramatic, because I learned
that I would arrive in Singapore one week later than I had calculated in my planning.
I don’t know when and why and how I had “corrected” the now again correct dates
to the wrong ones, but for now, I only can hope it will not come worse, because
it will become even harder to organize a stay and meeting in those remaining
days.