The first draft is almost finished. It’s been two days. I haven’t stepped out except to have lunch. The days are getting hotter and hotter. No place to hide really. It’s night now. The temperature has suddenly dropped. Hyenas are crying, dogs are barking, men are sleeping. I close my eyes and try to remember a few incidents to write them down. I am sitting on the roof and it would have been quiet here and I could have remembered something were these wild dogs stopped barking. But if you go out at this hour and try to teach them some manners, they would bite off your leg or something and send you home crying. No doctor at this hour would care about your wounds. Anyways, the first draft is finishing soon. That’s all for now. Have a good time!
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