I recently had a rather disturbing/flattering conversation with a timorese co-worker. He was telling me of his day, and that he ran into a friend on the street. This friend lives close to where I work, and is of course used to seeing a rather large crowd of
malais (timor word for foreigners) wondering in and out of the gate. Appearantly it must be investigated whenever an unknown malai enters the radar. So naturally, this man asks my co-worker who this malai woman is that on several occasions has been spotted in the area. He is of course given the solicited information,
and: is asked if he would like to come by the office and have a closer
look at me! What?! I am not even sure if I am to be insulted or weirdly flattered. Luckily for me the facehunter didn't quite feel like an excursion to malai territory, he just liked my looks.
Last week we went to Arte Moris for a lovely guided tour. Arte Moris is an independent school of fine arts in Dili. What wins me over is the atmosphere of the compound. They have a large and gorgeous garden with tall, old trees and flowers and installations and sculptures and peace. After visiting a place where creativity is so obvious and treasured my positivity has no end.
