Tuesday, August 10

DIA 213:

Where am I going? I didn't really thought it through. This truck keeps rolling and I have no idea where the end of the road is, or where it leads to. I thought I was going to the hospital but that's in town, the one I just left is getting further and further away. This trip is really working since all I can think is how scary this looks like. There are guys with guns, like big, enormous guns, at every checkpoint we pass by. Maybe they're putting me somewhere without much action, or at least I hope so. I see something ahead, a camp-- with lots of soldiers-- and a giant tent on the left side of the camp. Fear is overrated, this far away from town there's no change I'll get in trouble.

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