Thursday, 7 May 2020

Thursday, May 7/2020

The call to prayer -  that long, haunting chant - draws in more than human interest. Yesterday on our walk we passed a dog just as the ezan began, and the dog joined in. Today at the noon call the dogs in the kennel next door added their voices in a howl.



J cuts his own hair most times anyway, settling for an annual professional cut, usually in Larnaca, so no enormous difference doing it here - and the weather is getting warm. Barbers and hairdresser not yet open for business so imperfect scissors pressed into service and excess locks hit the floor.