Cannery Row Hotel Natitingou Benin Natitingou Benin West Africa Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Quoted: Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream.
John Steinbeck (1902 - 1968) U.S. novelist. - Opening words. Cannery Row
I have moved hotel, I feel as if I have entered the Cannery Row Hotel of Natitingou Benin, West Africa. It is all of the quote, it is less and it is more, I have no idea why, but it feels like home. My home is clean, nice, and full of nostalgia in the USA. It the memories that makes it a home, and good and bad, they are all in a pile together, this is my home. To find a Home in a Hotel, I suppose I need a place that is capable of giving me memories in couple. I need a good one, then a bad, one a real one, that a sad one. I need people who I can feel are trying to be inside of me, with me, or in the end, just acknowledge I am living in the same home as them. Many a hotel has this polite, we are here, but stay away, I cannot be bothered to talk, unless you give me something attitude.
I am sure the two girls in this hotel, I am calling Cannery Row, because I have yet to find the name, and it seems appropriate are trying to give me something. I am sure it is real; they will ask too many questions, look in my room, I am not sure if I can trust them, but I do know they care. They are paying attention, the lights are on, and they are at home.
Behind the typical market, perpendicular to the market, in the shade, a smell of beer, the television may always be on, I am not sure, the price is 3500, but 500 more for the fan after an argument, the place can be got of less, I do not push, I have too much to steal, and they are too observant. I go on the theory, you get too good price for a hotel, and the manager will take it back, one way or the other.
Cannery Row is somewhere in California where they canned fish, I am just off the market, it feels like a cannery. There were flops, derelicts, wonderful people, Doc and a group of misfits. It was normal, it was different, two steps forward and one-step back. One good favor deserves to be taken advantage of….
Saints and sinners, and somewhere in there is home, I am feeling good with my new home, and they have water and electricity. Amazing, but even better, no 24 hours per day Evangelist telling me I need to come and pray, in some strange language and way.
It is very quiet here, hard to believe primitive can be noisy, but all people as soon as they have money, buy something that makes noise, a horn, a moto, or loudspeaker.