24th July 1927: Headed towards Madrid
We did not sleep much last night. Jig's condition caused her to wake up several times during her sleep talking wildly and uncontrolled. The beds were bad. You would think there would be better accommodation in this region, but we were shocked to discover that to be far from the case. After roaming this little village near the Ebro for several hours in search of a place where we could spend the night we finally found the only room available - at the locals’ café. When Jig finally fell asleep after waking up four times, I lay awake for a while, staring up at the ceiling thinking how oddly close our search had been to the search of Josef and Mary in Bethlehem.
At this moment we are enjoying an Anis at the bar at the train station waiting for the train from Barcelona which will hopefully bring us to Madrid without much delay. Jig is drunk – again. Poor girl cannot control her need for alcohol, and I, thinking about her temper, do not want to aggravate her. Just a minute ago she started rambling in her drunkenness saying that she saw white elephants and the like. I truly hope we can find a doctor soon who can help us deal with her delusions.
Wow, we both rewrite it as dairy, what a coincidence~~∩_∩
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting that the man in your text doesn't mention Jig's pregnancy - or does she not have a bun in the oven in your version? The style of the man is quite close to Hemingway's style, so if you were shooting for a pastiche - well done!
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