Abstract
What follows is a series of observations drawn while living in this process of adjusting myself to the category of being the other. What does it mean? I have no idea. Perhaps I will find it out while writing. What I do know is that we do not bath twice in the same river, as Heraclitus well noted. So, I should hurry up and record all that 1 think, feel, and do while I am on the move, and before I start losing my antennae; before 1 am less the other, and my accounts start blurring with the adjusted force of the everyday.