Tenesar feels safer at night. The near total darkness, the sky lit only by the stars and a sliver of moon, and I assure myself my pursuer, whoever he is, and the dog, whose ever it is, won"t be visiting. To some extent, I can relax.
I gaze into the void of starlight and listen to the ocean but fatigue soon sets in again and I retreat behind my barricade.
Huddled in the corner on the cold concrete, I doze. Before long the grey light of dawn lightens the room and I"m on guard again.
My plans to walk back to Mancha Blanca are compromised by the dog bite. The wound is angry and, together with the broken arm, the hunger, the dehydration, I"m too weak to make it. If I"m attacked again, the animal will kill me. But I can"t stay here. I have no food save for that packet of peanuts. The water wi
