Like me, Barat knows this campus is locked up by the bureacracy.  He knows that President Mote is a money grabbing freak; he gets to experience it firsthand.

Barat is my favorite housekeeper.  He is a 50 something vegan immigrant from Trinidad.  This is only his temporary home.  In Trinidad, he doesn’t need to wear shoes or a shirt.  In America, he wears the same shirt every day.  Barat has only had 4 pairs of shoes in his life.  Barat’s brother is a neurosurgeon; Barat has been cleaning stairs for the past 15 years without a payraise.

Barat hasn’t gained any weight since he moved to America.  For breakfast and lunch he eats rice and chickpeas.  Then he goes home and eats a sandwich.

Barat is really bored.  He’ll be here for 5 more years, and then he’s going back to Trinidad (he describes this as what should be one of the best days of his life) to be with his family.

Barat and I hang out every morning.  Barat always tells me about some fucked up shit in here, and I reciprocate with the same.  But it’s hard to impress Barat.  He knows what the fuck is going on, seriously.  I’m gonna miss this guy.