Raiding the archives some more

Rather fierce looking temple in Bangkok

I spent another day in the all-too-cool arts and cultural centre (armed with pullover) watching experimental film from India, 60s HongKong and Malaysia. The strangest film of all was a Finnish film about a historical incident in French occupied Algeria. An Algerian boy killed a French boy, who happened to be his friend. The authorities were baffled. But to the Algerian boy it was clear - the French were killing Algerians, including children, so they needed to kill someone in revenge. The only person they could lure out of the city onto the hill was their friend, so they had to kill him. But the strange part of the film was the Finnish woman, in Finland, which interspersed the part shot in Algeria, conversing with Death, and later with her priest, saying she wanted the devil back.

Back at Apple Guest House, the party animals sitting outside last night kept Mama awake as they squawked and hooted, worse than the chickens and cocks at Lake Toba. I stuffed earplugs in and slept, until the suffocating heat woke me at eight in the morning. This is the hot season, which comes between the cool season (max 30 degrees) and the rainy season in May. And I thought the cool season was hot!