It may happen, without a special reason, that a mighty question pops up in your head, right behind of your brow, yelling loud and in neongreen letters: “what the hell I am doing here?”

Ok. While thinking about this, eventually there is a special reason. This problem occurs most often after a very special day.

Like today. You had a bad night, couldn´t sleep at all. Just after a soft slumber the guy from the tower yelled into your bedroom and called for pray. It is around 4.30h in the morning. The dogs around take this as their signal to start barking. And they won´t stop barking since your alarm clock tells you, that it is now time to get up. Just arrived at the university you recognised, that your shared office was reassembeld over the night and that there are now not 5 but 6 people in this office, all of them with around 120 students to look after. But not enough, you will receive several nice Emails. Begun with a student, complaining in harsh words about her grade, then an Email from the HR-Department, telling us that the holidays are now not 4 but 3 days. Ok, the flight is booked since two months, no problem… And now, we start with the classes. Chickenclub. A room with around 22 women in their best age and in special i-have-something-very-important-to-say-mood. Tinitus granted. Afterwards you go to the bank to receive your salary. But the bank will tell you, that they have no money at the moment because of a server breakdown.

Then you sit in front of your computer, writing the 3rd page of an Email as the power goes down. Now you sit crying in front of your computer and are hoping that this will end. Now. But it won´t end. You will go home in your home nearby the university, in the middle of the desert, to recognise that your cute room mate has exhausted the refrigator.

Time to go to bed.

After my arrival in Cairo in tried to get my left parts of my mind also here. But this will take more time as I thought, as I had to detect. But there were enough other things to do to stay quite busy. After I spent the first seven days in a hotel (a really good hotel… I will miss it, especially the breakfast) I now had to move. First I had to find an appartment or something similar. An advantage was, that I met another guy from the GUC in the hotel. He is from Jordan. I mention this because it appeared very useful to have a natural born arab at ones side…

The appartment was quick found and so we moved. Me and my big yellow suitcase.  The new home was close to the university but in the middle of nowhere. The rent was quite low and we had no opportunity to spent our money. And of course it was kind of spiritual… this kind of a monks live. So, hopefully, I will be enlightend and rich after a while. Or I will become insane.