Chapter 2: the grind and the refined - A dungeon on the 16th floor

OK, so it's not an actual dungeon, but it does remind me of certain cellar-like "apartments" one inevitably runs into while apartment hunting in the greater Tel Aviv area. I've arrived to this City yesterday, and this is where I'll do most of my work. The people are very friendly and kind, and the language barrier on both sides can be bridged in most cases.

Entering the City

This City has a different vibe than the Capital, or maybe it's just the small area I've been to so far. It's slower and a little warmer somehow, though it lacks the fancy and amazing MRT system.

I wrote a post two days ago that got redacted. I may publish it one day, but I hope I won't have to.
Initially I got a room in the 24th floor, but I ran into some serious net issues (which are a showstopper at this point as I need to work from the hotel as well), plus some very noisy neighbors, so I moved to the 16th floor, this "dungeon". The room literally stinks, but it's only until Friday morning. Then, it's back to the Capital for the weekend, and after that back here.

My little piece of a dungeon in the sky

But who knows what tomorrow brings

Update: I took an hour or so break at the hotel at noon. Insomnia is finally catching up with me and I'm very tired. I think I'll take a sleeping pill tonight, though it might leave me groggy in the morning.
While I'm slowly adjusting to being here (still), I can't help but also feel as though I'm constantly bombarded by smells, tastes and "otherness" of the place, with the undecipherable language always in the background. My digestive system is delicate at the best of times, and I wouldn't consider flying half way around the world, alone, to a strange place with strange food, insomnia and a heavy feeling of responsibility, the best of times.