I was so thirsty. I tried to lick my lips but my tongue was so dry I couldn’t seem to make it work.
I needed books.
I needed knowledge.
I wanted to drink in their power and wisdom.
But in a country where even now, good English books were hard to find, I knew my dehydration would continue.
I wasn’t sure what the solution was.
Or maybe I was, but I feared it too much to even think about, let alone consider.