So I have been lulling myself to sleep with his stories and it is no wonder I saw him in my dream last night. He was in a hotel room with his wife and son and somehow I was there too, amazed to meet him and asked him for his photo "for my blog". He agreed and offered to read a story to me. We sat together and he started reading "The Laughing Man". Many hours passed (in my dream) and he was still reading and reading and reading to me. Night came and everybody went to bed. He turned on a little light and he kept reading. When I asked him a question he just looked at me but kept on reading without stopping not even to drink some water. Morning came and Jarvis was still reading without any signs of fatigue. He was holding my hand (I can dream can’t I?) and reading the story. When the story was over, he closed the book, thanked me for listening and left. He was like a modern Hans Christian Andersen.

Today I am going to the neurologist for my hand. I’ve been in pain for a couple of days and the numbness won’t go away. I am going to have this electromyogram where electricity is pumped into the muscle tissue. Needless to say, I am in it for the free perm.

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Last night I dreamt about my cat. The one who died in December. She was chubby and looked healthy and beautiful, in her usual position near the radiator. I went near her and she climbed on my lap to be stroked and cuddled. She used to do that always. She looked at me with her big green eyes and she was purring. She was so heavy and so real I woke up in the middle of the night, because my legs were hurting from all the weight. I’ve never seen her in my dreams before, at least not since she passed away. It was a wonderful dream.

The exhibition There’s an old and defunct gas factory in Athens that has long been turned into an Installation and Exhibition Centre by the Municipality of Athens. I went there with M. today to see an exhibition on the city of Athens, "Athens in the 20th century - The great changes". It was great. Full of amazing photographs, films, documents about the city I loathe but have to come to terms with. I didn’t see all of it today. It’s huge. We are probably going back tomorrow. Today we saw the first part, Athens in the beginning of the 20th century, during the Balkan Wars, the Asia Minor catastrophe and during the Second World War. Some photographs brought tears to our (ok, mine) eyes. M. looks at them from a historical point of view but I just look at people’s shoes and hair and eyes. People find a way to go on with life even when the roads are filled with corpses, children always find a way to play, even if it is with broken toys and on an empty stomach.

The film Then we went to see Match Point, Woody Allen’s latest film with Jonathan Rhys-Meyers (he’s brilliant) and Scarlett Johansson and Emily Mortimer and Matthew Goode, whom I didn’t know but is a truly excellent actor. All of them are. I liked this sad film, with the vacant characters who are all more or less evil, in their own way. I know British people object to the way Allen beautifies London, but this is what he does with New York too. And okay, some of the characters are clichéd. The way they talk, the things they care about. My god, if the rich are really like that, they are soon going to die of boredom, all of them. But all these don’t change the fact that this is a very special film. And it is really hard to believe that Allen, at his age, is able of such change. I really couldn’t picture him directing in these wide open spaces of the English countryside. The dream I had the weirdest dream. I dreamt I took the lift and this person, dressed in black, wearing a balaclava and a jacket, the stereotypical suicide bomber, got in with me. And I thought in my dream “I must get out. He is going to blow up the building.” But I didn’t get out. Because I thought (I do think more than I should in dreams) “don’t be racist. Just because he’s wearing a balaclava and a suicide bomber’s jacket, it doesn’t mean he’s going to kill you” (!). And of course he promptly knelt on the lift’s floor and started to pray and then said he was going to push the button on his jacket and we would all die. But something funny happened, his jacket wouldn’t go off and he was pushing buttons nervously and jumping up and down and still, nothing happened. If anybody is a dream interpreter please tell me if I am in mortal danger. The thought People I love distract me. Their voices tell me things I need to know. But they fill my head with their words. I came to the conclusion that I sometimes try to escape them, hence the insomnia. These 3 or 4 hours late at night I am truly alone. They are asleep. I have taken care of them for the most part of the day. I would secretly get angry if they were to wake up now. An awful thing to say. But true. The Birthday This card by Carl Larsson is to wish a happy happy birthday to my dear Connie. A special person. Have fun today Connie! xx

I had the most amazing dream. I know I always post photos of the sky, but last night I actually saw the sky in my dream. And it was like the drawing in the picture. I was looking at the sky from my balcony and it was afternoon and there was light. But the sky had stars, actually imprints of stars, not actual stars, it had disco ball planets, spaceships going by, and although it was baby blue you could see galaxies clearly and it looked so close I thought I could reach out and touch it. A glorious, amazing, Lucy in the sky with diamonds kind of dream.

My list of duties for today

1. Go to the publishing house and have a fabulous time (remember to get drunk first).

2. Meet Blondie for coffee, gossip and a little celebration (Blondie is soon becoming Dr. Blondie)

3. Buy presents for M’s birthday, and a card. Find/compose/copy-paste poem on card.

4. Organize M’s birthday celebrations.

5. Turn off my mobile because people from the magazine are going to be pestering me today about the soya article.

6. Watch The Quiet American. (Last night I went to the DVD rental place. I so wanted to find a ridiculous movie and watch it tonight. But then I got cold feet, felt really embarrassed about borrowing movies such as Along Came Polly and Meet the Fockers and just left with The Quiet American.)

7. Check friendly blogs and see who’s been good and who’s been bad.

8. Remember to deny everything to anybody who asks.

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