sounds of donghu

went for a night stroll around donghu with a glass of instant coffee in hand because god knows what else to do around here at night. walked to the playground near the gym - was disappointed to find that there are no swings there. there were some africans nearby playing drums on the grass. this may sound stereotypical, but the africans are always playing drums. in the expo, it's commonplace to hear their radical drumming thundering throughout the grounds. they always whip out their drums at angola parties on thursday nights. i can still hear the drumming now from inside my room. i like it. i walked by building 15. there was a kazakh, it may have been the nice one who gave me his seat on the bus, but it was too dark to tell from a sidelong glance, outside yelling into his phone in russian. что ты не помнишь? i think he said. or was it что! ты не помнишь!? but that may be wrong still. i like standing on my balcony with the river view and daring myself to look straight down eleven stories for as long as i can until i feel too weak and fearful to go on.