In the background, the photographer keeps snapping away, coming up with ever more inventive combinations of guests, family, kids…
Keeping them entertained…
Extracting tables from the mess of splintered wood, smashed glass and broken metal isn’t easy. Sawing at a fir branch, I’m hot. I took my jacket off twenty minutes ago, banging a nail into some woodwork to hang it and protect it from the worst. But still, despite the cold blast from the gaping window, I’m overheating with the exercise and my forehead and cheeks are flushed. Perversely, chill sweat trickles down my back. And everything I touch is stuck over with f*****g resin.
fuckingI could have kept this up for hours once. My months of imprisonment took their toll. Lack of exercise apart, without doubt, I survived starvation as long
