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...

Day 11. I feel depressed. Actually, I've been feeling depressed for the last 3-4 days. That's why I haven't done anything and haven't written a single line. While I was describing what had happened recently, I inevitably remembered Barbara....