Day 19. I made a remarkable discovery, which I decided to write about. Someone was carrying a copy of “Robinson Crusoe”. What a weirdo. Why carry a paper book when all possible literature has long been downloaded onto electronic...

Day 17. I haven't written in my diary for a few days, just because I don't have to write “Ate. Pooped.” But I don't really know what to write now either. I continue to sort through and organize the...

Day 13. I finally found a sedative. A small bottle of cognac, which some clever bug had hidden at the bottom of his luggage container, wrapped in ugly Hawaiian shirts. How did he manage that? After all, all personal...