The third day.
Two bottles of whiskey for breakfast. My Toba guy couldn’t leave, too drunk, too lost. After a long day and evening he is desperate and threatens me with a knife. I run, leave my big backpack behind.
Morning ferry, Independence day, off to Beristagi, the town with a cabbage monument. Lightening clears my vision. A new adventure starts.
The Octopus Diaries 
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