Breakfast: Que up, a prayer and dry Wheatbix and sweet black tea.
Pour the tea on the dry biscuits, Theo has sugar and coffee. We have a
kettle in the room, so make a cup and go for a smoke. I still have a
stash of them. I learn from my new master that the tradable commodities
in this place are, cigarettes, tobacco, coffee and sugar. I can operate
in hard army camps but this place is different. Theo is a good teacher, I
am hopefully a good student.
Theo and I go chop wood. Another revelation. Pastor Greg owns a tree
felling company, that is where all this shit is coming from. Good bloody
deal, homeless people for no wage, fell trees, then the trees are
brought here, more homeless people, me, chop them up. The big chunks are
sold as firewood in the coloured township where The Ark is based. The
smaller bits are put in one of those shredder machines and other
homeless guys make compost. That is sold in the larney suburbs, by other
homeless guys. Clever bliksem this Greg oke. He has whole business that
pays not a single wage. Collects from charity and churches to feed and
house his “staff”.
I file this information for future reference.
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This is taken from the yet to be published Chronicles IV.
You will find the beginning of the story here:
The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief I – Angola
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