Dear
Mother
There
are a ton of tough gamblers here but I have made one friend. His name is Wong Fu.
The
food tastes like cow dung. I miss the
nice soggy noodles and sticky rice from home.
Last week the weather was burning hot. Today there is a deafening lightning storm.
Luckily it is Twelve people died, sixteen are
hurt, and five are sick. Wu Fi is sick but he’s getting better.
I have made $20 and Wu Fi has made $5. We have
both made $260 but Wu Fi needs medicine and it costs $20 a pill.
The
work is excruciatingly painful. Five red beards have gone home because they think
the work is too hard at the collecting water station
a day off, but we only get one day off a week. We have to work 24/7.
Love
Your Son,
Wu
Kwazi
