Day 297

Thanksgiving passes. I watch a cobra stalk and devour a large rodent. The people toil in the fields as another harvest appears headed for disaster. The German dances shirtless to Abba outside his hut in the noon day sun. For what do I have to be thankful? For what?

Day 266

How can a Phillies World Series win put food in the mouths of my people?

Day 258

I meditate in the coolness of my grass hut. The german practices with his nunchucks in the heat of the noonday sun.

Day 253

Friday, October 16 is Boss Appreciation Day. Does anyone appreciate me?

Day 250

The German eats strudel baked in his Braun convection oven. I eat rice and curry cooked in an iron pot over an open fire.

Day 248

The German serves his country abroad. I work to help these people.

Day 246

My students work the harvest. Their backs are strong and lean.