Draw me pretty!

The 9th of August! Room number 4 at the Lower House for my team- Kathy & Co as Mark sometimes refers to us. To be completely honest, by this point of the week I feel so tired and ready to give up on my fruitless efforts to be helpful that the morning seemed as crappy to me as no day before that. We had to survey the Drawing Room at the Lower House- a beautiful structure with a bay window on its N/E elevation. And the Drawing Room did indeed grow on me. Alex was already so excited about going along with our work that his enthusiasm sweeped me in an imaginary stream of obliviousness to fatigue. After we measured the walls and I did my on-site sketches for the schematic drawings of the internal elevations, we headed back to the Training room at the hostel were we had more work to finish from previous days. At this point of the day I am going to stop my narrative and let you in on some secrets about the life at a four week dig. You win some new friends, you may somehow lose a closer look in your older friends' lives or you may utterly and totally cut the ties with some. However, no matter what happens the agenda should always be clear that here everything comes second to work. And if you live with people you thought of as close friends you start to discover more than ever exactly how much we all are imperfect. One thing a first-year absolutely needs to learn is that archaeology, especially field work, is never just digging. It is the necessity to mobilize yourself and to be able to work with whatever and whoever you have to. It seems almost bizarre to me that I am wasting time and space with all these pseudo-profound insights. Maybe archaeologists should just stick to their own filed of expertize and leave the complexity of reality to itself. Then again, why would I be writing this blog? It all comes down to the fact that neither one of us gives up easily.