Feldnotizen “What the -“

Here we are, though I need to note that several weeks in a cell made of clom throws a wrench into research. The guys were plenty nice, just following orders, and frankly I could have dis-barred the cell but they borught nice food and airag and let me take the outdoor shower every afterrnoon. Need to compose the next bit without profanity or secrets. There’s a village 50k up the road where they’ll do my laundry (and help find my detailed notes hehheh), but then the checkpoint, f–k. F–k. If there were trees or shrubs there you could walk around it. Just luckily I didn;t take my real notebook last time. By now they should have moved the checkpoint but for now I need a cell phone and reach Mormy to get some dough for a vehivcle. Mormy can send enough for a new laptop too. I had it all backed up but this time I need some cross referencing because there’s enough. There’s enough for a basis. I think back to Ventimiglia, and enter oneiric shockwaters. This phone dying. See ye, K