Rough few days, especially after last week where I only ate a meal 3 out of 7 days. After each bought of starvation my body takes a couple of days to recover, only to be plunged right back into another starvation. A westerner that occasionally stops for a chat passed by earlier this evening, gifted me a meal and a bottle of coke. The food was wonderful, my body was craving some nutrients, and it was also really great to have an actual conversation with another human lasting more than two words long. About 20 minutes later someone stopped on a motorbike and gifted me some chicken and rice. After days of bullying and starvation it’s nice just for my existence to be acknowledged.
Pretty sure I'll realise later that there’s some meliciousness mixed in somewhere that I just haven’t noticed yet. I know from experience there always tends to be, it’s like clockwork. The dark side of things is always hiding between the cracks somewhere. In any case, for now it feels good. #