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It took Lucy to point out the obvious. ’ She was right. Midday on Friday at the mosque was mantime. She also noticed something I had never seen poking out from a suburban church—security cameras. I wondered about the time. Christians and Jews have times for worship that don’t interfere with the working week. It couldn’t be easy, especially in Sydney, to ensure work commitments didn’t interfere with worship time on a Friday. Perhaps it is an indication of differing priorities. Rather than give matters spiritual a low priority and fit religion in around other things, perhaps more Muslims are committed to giving the spiritual side of life a higher priority and fitting work and other things in around it.
They don’t look bored or stir crazy. Watching them swimming and sunning themselves made me wonder which species really had it all worked out. Obviously we’re smarter and more advanced—seals haven’t even invented the telephone. So why do we spend so much time wishing we were doing what they do? Where did we go wrong? One day, one of us got sick of carrying heavy stuff around and invented the wheel and the next thing you know we’ve got traffic jams and road rage. But perhaps we’d get bored if we spent each day sitting on a rock and jumping in the ocean whenever we got too hot.
It was obviously the builders’ doing. How dare they, after waking us up each morning and blocking our light and driving us bonkers with their drills, put a shopping trolley outside our house. I grabbed it and shoved it back along the footpath until it bashed into a pile of rubble outside number eighteen. So there. No one fucks with me. The next morning the trolley was there again, directly outside our front gate. I looked over at number eighteen. None of the builders giggled or looked guilty. They said good morning as normal, but I knew one of them had done it.