In the last week I have worked very little, lack of energy. Today I took part in a ZOOM meeting of a Commercial Center project under The HaEmek Hospital. I asked for my proposal to be signed, and the bastards changed the content: things I wrote were changed to the opposite. I resigned the job. Depressing.
The Revenue hit me with a large amount for 2019 and this month I am paying more tax than my income. Depressing.
The University is open and my absence has gone totally unnoticed. Twenty years driving to Ariel and now I am a stranger.
I am searching for a purpose but nothing interests me. I am going to bed to read Naipaul's Stanleyville story. Pic.: There were no roads and all the traffic moved with the weekly steamer. It took a week on the Congo River to reach the capital (2000 km). The verbosity of Naipaul is tiring. He over-analyses his feelings in every situation. The description of the Indian trading settlement in Zanzibar and East Africa is interesting. Till Idi Amin expelled them.
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