- True passengers / Chapter 1: Fuck it!
- True passengers / Chapter 2: I come to…
- True passengers / Chapter 3: Gradually…
- True passengers / Chapter 4: There is one thing
- True passengers / Chapter 5: Three days
- True passengers / Chapter 6: I wake up
- True passengers / Chapter 7: Let’s think
- True passengers / Chapter 8: I finally finish
- True passengers / Chapter 9: 2841 words
- True passengers / Chapter 10: Day 11
- True passengers / Chapter 11: Day 13
- True passengers / Chapter 12: Day 17
- True passengers / Chapter 13: Day 19
- True passengers / Chapter 14: Day 23
- True passengers / Chapter 15: Day 29
- True passengers / Chapter 16: Day 31
- True passengers / Chapter 17: Day 37
- True passengers / Chapter 18: Day 41
- True passengers / Chapter 19: Day 43
- True passengers / Chapter 20: Day 47
- True passengers / Chapter 21: Day 53
- True passengers / Chapter 22: Day 67
- True passengers / Chapter 23: Day 71
- True passengers / Chapter 24: Day 101
- True passengers / Chapter 25: Day 137
Day 23. Before falling asleep, out of boredom, I opened and leafed through excerpts from “Robinson”. And, if I compare myself to him, I think this guy has nothing to complain about. At least he had an entire island with sources of water and food. However, I did find some survival tips there. To keep from going crazy, he structured his time. He established a routine. A kind of ritual. I did the same.
I start my day with a morning run. Or rather, a walk. I walk slowly around the entire ring-shaped compartment so as not to waste oxygen. I look to see where I left off in my raids. I check the boxes with sorted supplies, arranged along the entire compartment so as not to get in the way. I take my daily ration. Returning to the “tent,” I have breakfast and set off on my raid. I drag everything I can use right away closer to my burrow. I leave the unnecessary stuff where it is. When it becomes difficult to breathe, I return to take a break.








