When I get back to my tent that night, I am excited to find a couple of exercise books and two sticky nougat bars hidden under my blankets. I wonder who it could have been but shrugging my shoulders, I gobble down the sweet sticky offering with great delight.
Then the next day, I get another surprise, as the interpreter brings me some ink for my writing. I am glad that I shared my secret enjoyment of writing with him; although, at the time, I was a bit nervous about trusting him. These simple acts of kindness make me feel truly happy, despite all the discomfort around me.
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