Random Scrap:
A few days in of my stay I would learned to listen out the sounds and the watch out for the surroundings and maybe a neighbour would stop by. I read the Birdy and transformed myself to a different world for a now. Sometimes I would take a bicycle down the hill to the only market in town. I called the house my own Camp David. My retreat and getaway from the real world until the neigbhours and cousins started to arrive and I had to say goodbye to my new friend. Such was Berkeley. With its wooden desks down in the library, the smell of books and mugs of coffee being brought up to the bucket at a cafe on the Telegraph and [Durant]. With heads laid down over the books and studying for the next exam. Opinionated and always a bit impatient trying to push just those hundred few more words to get to those five pages. Always feeling a bit bellow the water but always somehow making the way out on the surface. With the hot dog stand guy without a fail standing in front of the campus with salsa music telling everyone about the world outside.