It has been a couple of days since I’ve posted but that’s because I have started work and have been busy trying to make my little apartment look decent. This morning I spent a good hour on my hands and knees scrubbing every inch of the bathroom. Turns out the people who lived here before me were disgusting unhygenic pigs who never cleaned. Last night I also found out there is a mouse in my apartment – on one hand I am relieved it wasn’t a giant roach that was making the noise but I am also not prepared to share my little quarters with a rodent.
But that aside I wanted to share these pics of an old man from the Brooklyn West Indies festival which took place last week. During the time that we stood watching the parade he was by far the most interesting (apparently we left before the really good stuff). I am not sure he was actually a formal part of the parade, but from what I eavesdropped from the Brooklyn locals standing next to us, this is not the first time he has been part of it.
He struck me as something out of Waiting for Godot. This strange man, beared dyed green, dressed up in women’s clothes, with his parrot and dog in a pram. The dog looked so sad and tired.
Every day when I walk the streets here I see people whose stories I wish I knew.