Hunger.

During the past weeks other people's lives have become mine. Mine has been on hold.

I have sat in a dark tent, mixing salts into drinking water and establishing communication with a dying person.

I have thought about other people's lives and how someone's will to live is so strong that they're prepared to die for it.

I've sat next to such despair I could've never imagined existing and learnt so much about life, humanity, solidarity. Society, law, order. Justice, peace.

I have been deeply hurt and disappointed of the system, state and politics. Deeply moved by individuals.

Met people who will always be there.

Two weeks supporting hunger strikers. A couple of days of mediation and negotiations. A week on a hunger strike.

I am humbled.