I’m alive, and not in prison. Yet.

I surfed and then dined and dashed out of the internet cafe on the sixth of October with no problems except for shame and embarrassment.

I was rescued that night by the previously mentioned nice Dutch guy whose extraordinary generosity has kept me fed, in bed at night, and full of beer and cigarettes for the last six days. I really don’t know why he did . . .

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