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That's a bad sign, guys: I am bringing home more and more garb books that people leave in a laundry room when they move: an anthology of trickery and foolery with words from American folklore; a "handbook" of tricks with dice, and so on. Sure, this mania is only about books, not other junk, and when we leave, 95 % of these books will return to the place where I've found them, or earlier I'll give them to Levi, (who hasn't come for the other books yet).
Perhaps tomorrow I'll get some treatment for my new mania: a principal of the Ukrainian school has asked me to help arranging their library. That will be volunteering. At 7 p.m.. I need to know the bus schedule, or, better, somebody to drive me to "the West village". Not home: the less people know my address, the safier it is for my work with The Agency. The school is in the North, close to the plants, a few bus stops to the East from the city detention.
I've been to that cosy place in April while looking for a job.
That could be a nice scenario for a one page comic strip. Close-up: a big nameboard: "The Steel City and Surroundings Detention Centre". A general plan with well trimmed lawns around it. An abandoned field in front of it - close-up: two groundhogs with shabby dirty tails fighting between old tires. Next panel: two female (although thir gender is very questionable) guardians with coffee from Tim Hortons. Then a face of a guardian, a short conversation through interphone...
I had no "looneys" for a locker in a hall, so when I was called out by a guardian, I rushed through the door with my cell phone in a purse (which is forbidden).
Speech balloons:
- ...I would like to propose you my service as an interpreter...
- Well, is that about volunteering?
Here I would put a series of about three faces, just different emotions. Then, the big "thought balloon":
- What kind of volunteering?! To stay there instead of somebody while he goes to visit his buddies?!
And a stone face. The speech ballon:
- If it is important to prove my professionalism, I'll do that.
Aknowledgements to the neighbour who threw away the the book on cartoons by James Kemsley, from which I've borrowed all necessary terminology.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll get some treatment for my new mania: a principal of the Ukrainian school has asked me to help arranging their library. That will be volunteering. At 7 p.m.. I need to know the bus schedule, or, better, somebody to drive me to "the West village". Not home: the less people know my address, the safier it is for my work with The Agency. The school is in the North, close to the plants, a few bus stops to the East from the city detention.
I've been to that cosy place in April while looking for a job.
That could be a nice scenario for a one page comic strip. Close-up: a big nameboard: "The Steel City and Surroundings Detention Centre". A general plan with well trimmed lawns around it. An abandoned field in front of it - close-up: two groundhogs with shabby dirty tails fighting between old tires. Next panel: two female (although thir gender is very questionable) guardians with coffee from Tim Hortons. Then a face of a guardian, a short conversation through interphone...
I had no "looneys" for a locker in a hall, so when I was called out by a guardian, I rushed through the door with my cell phone in a purse (which is forbidden).
Speech balloons:
- ...I would like to propose you my service as an interpreter...
- Well, is that about volunteering?
Here I would put a series of about three faces, just different emotions. Then, the big "thought balloon":
- What kind of volunteering?! To stay there instead of somebody while he goes to visit his buddies?!
And a stone face. The speech ballon:
- If it is important to prove my professionalism, I'll do that.
Aknowledgements to the neighbour who threw away the the book on cartoons by James Kemsley, from which I've borrowed all necessary terminology.