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01/24/2001 |
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Today
is a loosing day.
Tightened in the hut for the night, we're
all wet and suffer several mosquitoes attacks,
'tiger mosquitoes', black, little and angry
(hungry?). And let's not talk about the crabs
and all the mysterious animals around that
prevent us from falling asleep. Our bodies
look like geographical maps, with hills and
red and arid areas.
To end with this, it was really a sh...
night. Today, we all look like wandering
zombies on the desert island.
You sent us here for this 'survivor'
experience and, after enjoying the firsts new
days, the Paradise turned into a passage in
Purgatory. There are some tensions in the
group, some even want to leave the island
tonight... we'll see!
But everybody has now to work and try to do
his best. Vale and Aleko spend their day
fishing under the sun. Instead of catching
fishes, Vale gets a violent insolation. At the
moment, she's not very well and rests in one
of the fishermen's houses. Theo desperately
tries to connect to the Web, but it seems that
even satellites don't come around here. We
fear not to be able to send this Journal. Maya
films what we're doing and looks for
inspiration for today's editing. Marco spends
his day in 'stand-by'.
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We had
brought a treasure on the island:
a pack of chocolate biscuits.
It has disappeared !!!
The news spreads around the
atoll : what is 'The Mystery of
Biscuits' ? The suspects are : us,
Aria and Mun, the fishermen and a
long list of animals: from ants to
crabs, from mice to a strange
reptile (a kind of iguana) that
Marco saw yesterday. Then, the
enquiry narrows around the human
beings. It's one of us !
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Rumors and confessions... The
atmosphere is tensed : the
biscuits were the only sweet left
(except the sugar bags).
After a long discussion, here
is the culprit: it was Aleko !
Accusation: he ate on his own a
precious possession of the
community.
Defense: "I was suffering
of a strong lack of affection and
I was not the only one... Was I,
Theo ?"
Make up your own mind, Virtual
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The only
positive element of our insomniac
night was the vision of the
wonderful spectacle of stars.
But on the first observation,
we are lost. Do we have the head
upside down ? We lost our point of
reference, the Polar Star. But we
found the South Cross. Finally,
here is what unifies the two
hemispheres: the Milky Way.
The Moon reminds us Bernardo
Bertolucci's movie: 'A tea in the
desert', when he says : "Full
moon is once a month, but how many
times can you say you really
watched it ?"
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NICOLE
- thoughts
"Stay a few days on a
desert island ?... therapeutic and
re-dimensioning. You become very
small again in front of Nature,
submitted to its whims, and you're
astonished by its wonders."
"I am humble and
respectful again (...for just an
instant maybe), even if I belong
to the animal that communicates
with satellite phones !"
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| Our
ultimate day on the island...
unless some of us decide to leave
it tonight ? |
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| Guide our next
steps, insert contacts & info on |
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