Isaf the Puppy

Puppies don't tend to stand still for a second, and Isaf is no exception. Therefore it's very difficult to get good pictures of her. Today she slinked through the gate when the food delivery truck was coming in, and no-one was looking. She went straight towards the door of the main building, but MOT D's signalist P caught her, and brought her back outside the gate.



It only took about 15 seconds, and she was back inside the compound again. She ran behind the kitchen container, and now it was my turn to bring her out. This time I told the guards not to let her back in.



She's growing at a steady pace and has a very good appetite. Last night when J brought her food, I told him not to put the plate down until she calmed down. It took almost a minute, but eventually Isaf sat down and looked at J, and she got the plate. After a while I went and took the plate away, and again Isaf had to stop jumping and look at me to get it back.


When the sky is clear, the rising sun has enough power to melt the frost that has appeared during the night in an instant, even though it's mid-winter.


When the sun sets, it colours the mountains purple. The sunset only lasts a few seconds, not like back home, where the sunsets can be enjoyed longer.

The cold weather has forced the population to burn whatever fuel is available to warm their houses. The air is no longer thick with dust, like it was in the summertime, but smoke instead. Especially on otherwise clear nights like this, the smoke lies like a damp, smelly blanket between the mountains, on top of the city.