I received some odd visitors this morning at the hostel. I recognized the hostel staff member who came in to tell me that the room had been allotted to someone else and that my friend Hisam had been spoken to and had agreed, so I needed to hand over the keys. While that is nice, I didn’t feel like just handing over the keys because some guy came up and said so. I said fine, I’ll check into it and give you the keys around lunch. He wanted me to call Hisam then, so I did. Hisam had not agreed to any of this, so the sure thing was actually a bunch of bullshit. I said bye to the guy and he was off. My friend Hisam came by and explained a bit, and reassured that the room was not being given up. He was living there too after all.I was getting ready to meet Muhib sahib who had so graciously offered to give me some time to work on finding Sindhi verses for “Risalo”. Anyway, that turned out to be nonsense. I called Hisam and then said no to the guy regarding giving the key and vacating the room. Hisam came by to visit after a while. After he left, a few other people walked into the room to question me. When I asked for their names, I got no response. It sure is annoying. I find this happens often with other people in the hostel in regards to myself also. They ask who I am and never reply when I ask who they are in return. It increases my sense of isolation and the desire to be done with this.I grabbed a rickshaw and head over to meet Muhib sahib at WAPDA afterwards. It is a bit daunting going up to a power plant. He had a friend pick me up from the colony next door and drive me to his office. We sat down and worked on finding as many verses of the ones left as possible. We ate some daal, then he graciously invited me to his home for lunch part two, which I ate because it was delicious. I was a bit depressed with all the nonsense of people asking who I am, where I am from and then promptly shutting off when I ask the same. I spend too many hours here in isolation, even if there are other people around, as I do not speak Sindhi. It makes me feel as if I were serving out a sentence, rather than trying to create things. I know it’s not as bad as that, but it is still challenging.Muhib sahib dropped me off afterwards, and I spent the rest of the day trying to get work done in the heat. I ended up making lots of phone calls to puppet makers to try and keep things moving..or even get them started. This is one of the many challenges of trying to get puppets made across the border, without being able to go there. This project hinges on a lot of variables that are beyond my direct control.The fan in the room also stopped working, so I slept on the roof as the people who would fix it are off until monday