I’m not used to the layout of the apartment and for there to be a dining room across from the kitchen. And this kitchen is very strange—spacious, with a gigantic refrigerator! I am not accustomed to such luxury or for the kitchen to have a window. The proof is that I am sitting stirring the mughli dressed in my shalha housecoat. My grandmother’s kitchen, in which I spent a large portion of my lifetime, was the heart of the house. There was no window exposing it to the outside, and I could prepare food wearing the least amount of clothing possible.
I jump down from the sink and look at my shalha. Then I hurry to the bedroom and open the closet.
All my clothes are winter clothes. When I moved them here, I wasn’t expecting this sudden heatwave.
What am I to do? The only piece of summer clo
