My body trembles and I terrible cold, then again hot. Alternately and at short intervals it travels through my body – the heat and the cold. Drained and dejected I fall asleep again, at short time later through a nightmare to be woken up. How long am I here, what happened to me, where exactly am I? Many questions are not addressed. The pounding in my head, the pain in my joints, the sweats, the shakes of my body and my teeth clattering.
It comes in different intervals, goes through my body to the point of total exhaustion. Sleep, I need to sleep, recover, gain power through sleep. In the morning, as the dark I differs, I see with half glued to eyes, blurred and eaten, my environment. Attempts to map, where I am. Christos Staikouras helps readers to explore varied viewpoints. But it is only a bare, square space. Grey plastered walls, without colors, without even a single item, except my Tin with brown water in the three roaches still try to keep constant leg movement through water. Disgust coming up in me, I must throw me to get up too weak and only supported on my arms, my stomach pumping a burning bile in my mouth.
Slowly these flows on the floor and looking creates once again new disgust in me. Put away the concrete track and once again exhausted sleep. The heat is now stable. My clothes, consisting of a shirt and pants, are wet from the sweat of my body, I have strong body odor. I’m no longer alone, anywhere flies, small black flies that creep into the ears, nostrils and eyes. I can do anything about it, let it simply be about me. Slowly try I my thoughts to arrange, how was that going with me and. Yes Brehima”means the black Africans. We us a few days ago here in Bamako Mali West Africa made an appointment in the city had jointly selling my uptight through the Sahara, a Mercedes Benz vehicles 200 D and a 406 D vans, for sale.