Lost in transit

Hermetic

There is no better where than nowhere when you want solitude, and anywhere is nowhere when you don't speak the language. Local strangers try to prize you from silence, but when they see that you just can't help them walk the treadmill, they give up and don't bother you. Then you read and write, you look around at your pace, you talk to yourself. Things whirl by, the isle is full of noises, and you are beyond understanding.

Beware, however, the other expat. More later.