Morning Milk and Cereals

entering the carpathians

13 9 2010 Cluj-Napoca at Transylvania Hostel, kitchen

10:37-10:47



Look where you’ve eaten breakfast: we can see the spots of muesli that cling to the inside of the bowl. There is yellow, and brown and banana color. If we look long enough at these grain clusters, we see the face of a dog who is rabid and biting into his own paws. The outside of the bowl has a glossy purple stripe around the upper half. The bottom half is white. The bowl has a narrow base and opens up from that, like an open ceramic flower.



A key card is needed to enter the kitchen space, and mine rests on the table in front of me, to my right, and in line with this computer. The card is white, and has a red sticker on it. The edges of the sticker are black, where the adhesive property of the thing has picked up dirt and residue and other filth from the hands that hold it.

The chairs here have the Ursus Bear beer logo on them. This morning, the bear seems to be in full lotus, wearing a tagine pot as a hat, and letting his legs become the tentacles of the octopus.



Ah ha! I see you, little Heineken keg in the corner.



And in front of me a simple sign printed in bold font on a white piece of paper, and hung horizontally on a small bulletin board:



“Morning

Milk and Cereals.”