It’s been two weeks on the huge ferry, I can say life has been quite rough, surviving on bread and water every single day. I have waited patiently for the ferry to arrive so that I can finally be free from the cramped smelly place, yet all in vain.
Life inside a containment can be hot, during day, and extremely cold every night. Letting alone the buckets, they were almost full, considering how many of us were on board.
The foul odor of sweat, urine and something else filled the containment. The only fresh air was through the small holes on the containment.
I’d stared through them every night and day, wondering when I would eventually see a grey piece of land yet all I could see were the endless waves of water.
Much as it was antagonizing, I made a friend, Eloise, the lady that I sh
