From my window -bundles and bundles of electric wires drooping from balcony to balcony, almost roofing the alleyway. Teatowels, aspidistras, camellias, giant avocados and palms. Green, red and blue corrugated rooves. Seaside white and blue plastic mats. Shuttered windows. Agile elderly ladies cycling in conical bamboo hats. Delicate powder blue 1920's ironwork and bulging iron balustrades. Blood red blue and faded green terracotta tiles. Everyone taking it easy because of the heat. A giant blue butterfly sails by.
I turn a corner, towards our block NGU 4. It is dusk. It is humid. Twentyfour white clad students are practicing syncronised njitsu in our alleyway. Have I walked into a giant Busby Berkely show of giant animated white hyroglyphics? In the pink primeval glow of sundown the dusty palm creates giant scissory shadows on the ochre wall of the apartment opposite. At 6 p.m the light has gone, suddenly.