I don’t know what is wrong with these people.
They find it strange to see someone setting in front of their computer, typing for an hour or two. They jump around you, like curious monkeys jumping around a newly crashed plane in the middle of their jungle. Some of them are even angry at you! What are you angry at me for, monkey?
I’m running out of places where I can write in peace. Maybe it’s time to buy a laptop, and look for a cave somewhere, where no monkeys can get to me.