Dear Apple

Dear Apple,

I have started hearing strange sounds coming from the air conditioner. It’s in the guest room which I do not use very much. But recently I could not help but hear all those strange movements. I did hear it a few times in the past but I had sorted out the problem by turning of the switch. Then it was fine. Now it’s not. I have started imagining that there is a little animal living in it. It must be cosy and mobile in its own way.

Shall I name him? Maybe it’s a gay mouse. If it’s a snake, I’m in trouble. I won’t know the gender either. I don’t think there is a way to learn. It would matter a lot less after the snake shows itself. Or drops off the high spot on the wall where the air conditioner has been fixed years ago. Years ago when this house was first bought. I wonder for how long it lived there, or weather it’s just some cords which keep moving. For some reason. Due to the weather…

Will there be rains in Cyprus again, one day? The locals dread the rain. They also burst out in anger when somebody clearly expresses her wish for rain. I do. I wish for rain, for the clarity it brings. And more than anything, for the smell of it. The true innocent tone which is available to the nose only. You can’t hear it but it feels like you do. And it’s allegro.

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