onsdag den 4. maj 2011

Coming Home, pt. 24

    With a pop of compressed air, he tore the lid off the nearest can, half expecting to find it filled with dust. The mouth-watering smell of pineapple made him gasp with its intensity. With shaking hands, he reached down and picked out a single piece of the glistening, yellow fruit and popped it into his mouth. He had never tasted anything so sweet.
    For a long time, the pilgrim simply ate and drank. Besides the pineapple, he found hundreds of different kinds of food. Bread, dried meat and every fruit and vegetable he could think of, all preserved in these fist-sized metal cans.
    He ate and ate until he felt like his stomach would burst. It was only then, when his hunger and thirst had been sated, that he took the time to really notice his surroundings.

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