Low Morale

Erik´s disease has spread to Rafer and I, and we´re growing weary of constant reahing out of both ends (reah is a latin word that means violent discharge). I have noticed that the toilet now smells like chicken noodle soup even though we haven´t had chicken for days. Erik says that it smells like a goldfish bowl. Rafer used to say it smelled like salt, although upon close examination of the aromas he´s agreed with the chicken noodle soup prognosis.

One of our neighbors was vomiting profusely the other night and is no in the hospital; there is no such thing as insonorizado (soundproofing) here so neighbours can literally heard everything going on. We have right now four leading hypotheses about how we got sick:

1. Virus. Some kind of nasty gastro-intestinal bug that spread from Erik to Rafer and I and somehow the neighbor.

2. Water. We´re not drinking the tap water but we do wash ourselves, brush our teeth and wash all our dishes with it. There is work being done on the water mains and the water is turned off for about 6-8 hrs every day. Reyna, the landlord told us that losing water was extremely rare. She has a different perception of rare than we do.

3. Food poisoning. We´ve all been eating the same food for the most part, but this doesn´t explain our puking neighbor. Then again he could have been drunk, he does like singing a lot, especially at 7am, to our great enjoyment.

4. Cougar attack. No comments.

Anyway morale is low and freezing in diseaseless Canada is seeming better and better every day.

Dan.

PS: here is a picture of the escorpión that viciously tried to kill my hopes of fathering children.