DAYS 11 and 12
HOW THEY TOOK CARE OF ME IN A HUT
I woke up. My eyes were closed, I felt pain all over my body. I was still feverish. How much time had passed? I was still alive, that's for sure, or else I wouldn't feel all that pain. I heard the rain falling torrentially, but I wasn't wet. I half-opened my eyes. I wasn't in the forest. I was able to get up with great difficulty and I looked around me. I was inside a hut. It was made of about thirty sticks as big as a pinky, woven together with some lianas, their extremities shoved in the ground. The whole thing looked like a semi-hemispherical dome. A number of roofing tiles made with wide leaves, protected the interior from the sun and the rain. An entrance without a door; one wall with no windows; the floor made of raw earth. The wall
