1. The movement is constant and the sleep is short. We dream of moving through the desert like a camel. Up and down, up and down.
2. We are devising plans on how to give our minder the slip. As the days go by we shall become more obsessive about it, I am sure.
3. Squatting is becoming practiced, but not enjoyed and there is a refusal to put the tissue in the basket.
4. Our minder waits, more tonight I hope.
Nomad
Saturday, 6 September 2008
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