February, the 15th

2nd Day of my walk

I spent a wonderful night, in my sleeping bag, by a fire. I don't know, just as I finished with my diary, I felt peace. Like if Dad was by my side. I mean Dad like Jesus said Dad: God. Then I found some walls which used to be a house, and slept there, in a corner. Very peaceful.

Today I've seen one the city "Be welcome" sign. 20 Miles, Population 0, some stupid kid has scribbled in it. I think it was a kid because the writting is so bad. It's like a graffitti I once saw at school. "Don't study, you'll fail anyway". Even so, I say, even so. No surrender!

What is Eddie doing?


February, the 15th

Eddie's diary

Did the same than yesterday. Ate less food. We have to be conscious about food.

Bye.




February, the 16th
3rd Day of my Walk
I have arrived to the city. Now all I need to do is to find a car, fuel and supplies. This time I am getting a pick-up truck or something like that. Or maybe a mobile home, if they did not use so much fuel. I think a pick-up truck is better, because they are pretty tough, are designed for bad roads and can store loads of things.

Or maybe a ten-wheeler . No, just kidding.

But that tomorrow. Today I am too tired, I need new shoes... and new feet, and legs and everything.

February, the 17th.

I've found my pick up truck. I chose a brownish red one, because it won't look so dirty when it is dirty. And because I scratched a white one as soon as I got it out of the (car shop) ... A bit harder to drive.

Anyway, I could fetch some petrol, only that I poured some on me, but I have got new clothes, 'bought' some more for Eddie, and other supplies. I think we could use the house Eddie's now as a halfway cache, till we find our dream farm.

OK, enough writing, on the road I go.
Mary, Helper of Christians
Pray for us.



February, the 17th

Eddie's diary.

I feel a bit uneasy about Miguel. Maybe he's dead, maybe he left me. And I don't want either of that. But it's a long way.

I have fleas and lice, and so has Hop. And so it iches bad.

There's a great prairy outside, a big white plain where Hop and me love to play when it is not so cold. I throw snowballs at her, and she bites them in the air, honest! She's the best dog.

Bye.