3am (Again)

What time was it the night before last? 3am, 4am something like that. 3am eternal. I remember doing that last year, March time, when I was in a very different place - for very different reasons.

3am eternal. Eternal nights finishing off this HOT! project. I'm knackered, stressed, out on my feet and going out of my head. It should have been so easier. But it hasn't been. It never is in truth, but this year ... . And why, why when you approach some body or other for an article do they make things so difficult, or just don't want to know. Want to know a some body which didn't want to know? Let me tell you. Illa D'Or. Let me tell the story of the hotel. Oh no, can't do that. Did they misunderstand? No money was involved. Just a story. And there are, have been, others. You wonder why you bother in all truth.

The suspicion with which you are confronted when approaching ... approaching especially the Mallorcans is de-motivating to say the least. The attitude usually seems to be: "why do you want to do this'", rather than "great, what do you need to know?" You couldn't get much further apart, in cultural terms, than between Mallorcans and, for example, Americans. It's a cultural difference that tells a lot. A lot about why nothing happens here. Islanders, like islanders everywhere, they are, sorry to say, small-minded and vaguely paranoid. Not all, of course not, but as a generality, yes.

Whatever. I am currently not really in a right place right now either. But the help from all sorts of sources does make up for the obstruction and the resistance elsewhere. And the messages. Like one of the "cover girls" who chuckled at the idea of "Minty" on a mountain. I laughed when I put him there. The joys of Photoshop, those which have put other supporters on the cover map - "London" John, Rud, Hayley. Cheers, all.

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