Alon vs. The Freezing Cold

Have I really become so warm blooded? I grew up in rain, and snow, and winter and frost and still my head goes numb when I get too cold. I can still see my teenage self stand in front of the grey ocean in Margate, New Jersey, watching the frozen fish get washed up to the shore. That cold! Its been 7 years in the warmth of Israel and now I am surprised to find my self so freezing cold in a foreign country, all by my self and with no one to complain to... So fuck it, when you have no friends, you blog! :(

When I landed, I felt the window of the aircraft to get a feel for the temerature outside. Even though its layered glass I can still get a feel for what its like outside (i think). When I felt the warmth, I thought "Its probably not that cold." I grabbed my bag, and walked out of my aisle.

Stepping out of that plane was awful. Like a ton of bricks landing on your chest, I felt that cold air hit me like no other. My body actually stopped in place. In my life, my body has never been so surprised by temperature. You could see a little thermostat pop up by my body and drop down to negative degrees Celsius. Each step down the stairway was harder than the last. I rushed past people, hitting them along the way, inorder to reach my suitcase containing 3 scarfs in the exterior pocket. I finally made it inside, but I can still see my breath materializing before my eyes. Is this what England is like? A man can be indoors and feel his arm hairs breaking off? Lets just get out of here and fast.

It was quite a long flight, so my phone is dying from playing too much Spider Solitaire, my computer is dead from watching too much "Lie To Me," its the middle of

the night and I have no idea where I'm going to. I get the address quickly out of my phone as to not to waste anymore precious battery and walk towards a bus. It took me a bus, a train, a subway, and a taxi to get to the producer's house. It was so cold that my hand would stick to metalic items around me. The bus took me to the train, which led me to the subway. Now at this point, I couldn't handle how cold my ears were. I kept hallucinating little snippets of the small vains in my ears exploding from the cold. I reached for my headphones and made sure they covered my ears. I felt a little silly wearing headphones that we'ren't working, but in times of man vs. nature, we must do everything to survive (is that a stretch?)

Its 1 am, I finally made it. My Producer was surprised I made it. I had taken a cab from the Underground to her house, we had a cup of tea she gave me some sheets, and I went to bed.

Here I am. A continent away from home. In a weeks time I would be done with my work and on my way home. But who's thinking of that now? These sheets are so warm, I can physically feel the blood rushing through my body...

Goodnight, London! See you in the morning...