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Marching the length of the ledge, I searched for a cranny that would shelter me for the night and found an ideal place: a shallow niche cut into the stone wall about six feet above ground level. I climbed up to it. I would have liked to have started a fire now that I had matches and a lighter, but all the branches were wet, so I abandoned the idea.

In the second tin I discovered a large lump of salt, some spices, garlic cloves, and three lemons. I had a well-balanced supper: one lemon, three cloves of garlic, a pinch of salt, and a handful of plum-like fruit.

This night was kinder to me than the last one had been. I covered myself with the two mosquito nets, which, although damp, were comforting. I spread the poncho over them and covered my face with its hood. I breathed into the hood, and waves of warmth spread over my body.

What if Kevin doesn't make it here? I asked myself.

Tomorrow I will check the map, try to figure out approximately where I am and how far it is to San José. I'll spend tomorrow here waiting for Kevin, and if he doesn't show up, then I'll set out myself on the following day.

During the night I started hallucinating. Kevin was calling in desperation, Help! Help! Yossi, save me. Wait for me. Don't leave, Yossi! Yossi! Help!

I was sweating under my wet clothes.

I awoke stiff and hunched over, my body feeling the effects of my stone mattress. I came out of my