Travel Diary
Date: June 24, 1981
Place: A village in Croatia, Yugoslavia
I don't feel well at all. All I do here is sleep - and TRY to eat. It's very hard. No one ever said it would be this hard. I'm like a baby. I woke up only about an hour ago, and now I'm going to bed again.
[music note] "Please - let this feeling end, I never want it to come again."
"If I wasn't sick, I could live here. Now all I do is sleep. Everyone is nice, but I must try."
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