Dancing with my basic needs in Phnom Penh

The third day I arrived to Phnom Penh I got really really sick. Because I was in the KKEV village I had to wait for one day to come to the capital and see a doctor. I was having 39 degrees temperature, couldn´t walk anymore and had a terrible headache. This lasted for more than a week when they finally dicovered I had salmonela and gave me the correct treatment. Because I couldn´t read or watch TV, I was physically and emotianally exhausted, on my last day in the Guesthouse I grabed a tissue and wrote a spoken word with all the ideas that popped in my head. I thought I should publish it here and rember how ¨ I survided in Cambodia¨ (they actually have T-shirts with this).

so here it goes:

Dancing with my basic needs

 

 

So what is more important?

To eat or to have a place to live

To be able to walk

Or to be able to talk

To be able to sleep

Or to be able to think

These question might sound 

Delusional

But I´ve been dancing with my basic needs

For the last eternity

Also quantified in modern

Time

As ten magic ireversable

Days

And this was by far the most challenging

Dance

As you dance it

Alone