I’m sick of this place already. I know. To be here, just as history’s taking place… This isn’t history, Yaz. We’re hiding behind bins. I’m having to work so hard to keep me temper. Every second here. I coulda slapped that guy back there, as soon as we arrived. Thank God me nan taught me how to keep me temper. Never give them the excuse. Yeah. My dad tells me the same.







