When a portion of your invaluable lifetime is dedicated, wholeheartedly at the first place, to a place where all depart disheartenedly, not even the slightest idea would cross your merry mind that this dormitorio is haunted. The first day after your ingress has taken place, you will accustom your ears -which have not heard but peace yet- to the yowl of a wolf-like Neanderthal whom hath residence next to your room and if need be, he will make such a cry that even a woman suffering from childbirth complications fails to make; therewithal, he shall make you hope his next suicide attempt may never fail. After each storm of his long cries has subsided and a touch of ephemeral peace allows you to breathe out, you enter a room replete with all the wonders of the universe. There cannot be seen any objects in that room unsullied with the impressions of sketches or at times bas-reliefs so delicate by the creative hands of predecessor artisans and some profound pieces of text by predecessor philosophers written indeed on an empty belly one of which reads thusly:
“I wish the look in your eyes had subtitle.”
There always is a limit to what you listen to without your hands-frees on or to the extend which your lovely odious pungent socks smell. The exceeding of the limits made law by the predecessors will bring the afflicted a penalty of severe consequences. The lighting in the room is of high importance; therefore, the decision about that must first reach a unanimous consensus before you are able to turn on the light or kill it otherwise your stay in the dormitorio will be suspended for acting without discretion.
There are heard but two calls: the call of prayer from mosques and the call of food from your stomach with the latter being more frequently heard and believed in. The place where these calls from stomach are answered is the canteen wherein you say adieu to the last vestiges of appetite that you had before entering there. A respected corpulent cat is the inhabitant of the surrounding area that is fed with all sorts of leftovers of food be it healthy. You pity the cat for his unwilling approach to the so-called food. Your return will indeed be to the 13th floor fast-food and your meal will be that which relieves that long-calling stomach regardless of taste, color, odour and shape! Saeed is in charge of the place and his Saeedburger is deemed Saviour by the hunger-stricken crowd. With Saeed, there comes to existence that long-gone appetite and with his Tanooris, it multiplies. As the first rays of the splendid sun herald a new day, they instigate an insurrection in your stomach as to what it must await for the next meal. The perplexity continues until the swallowing of the meal.
Still students laugh it merrily off and drink their all-nighter coffee which are no darker than their night and no more bitter than their woes.
26/2/2017
Shiraz University – Eram