Day 1,570.
Worn through. Too tired to eat or write.
Otherwise, it would be a fried egg sandwich with some tomato slices, parsley, salt and pepper. Some fruit. Freshly ground coffee and brewed with cream and sugar.
I remember the man who told me sitting was no longer allowed. I do not know who was speaking through him, but that person needs to leave the building never to return.
Perhaps another day I will be able to tell you more about the Gjestland family. How Leif was the one to whom the family would go to for help and so forth.
Too tired.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 