I get up early, slip out of the house and make my way back to mine where I eat breakfast and go back to sleep. Later I walk up to Miramar where there are giant hotels along the seafront, massive, sealed-off entities that do not feel welcoming. Instead I find a supermarket that reminds me of the shops in Zimbabwe. I can’t find anything to buy and so I go grab a bite in a little beer garden nearby. A fire starts in a field opposite me and I watch as events unfold and fire engines come to extinguish the flames.
Miramar, the Russian Embassy in the background and a supermarket on the right