American Period, 1904-1914
It's almost a month now and since the beginning I have been working on the canal. My will and strength are getting weaker by the day. Not only is the nasty terrible heat really hard to work with, but there are bugs that are every where and I can't seem to see a day when there are none in my sight. For a healthy person this should be easier, and I wish I am a healthy person. I am sick and I have no choice except to keep on working in my condition. The Americans insist on finishing the canal. With their dynamite through the rigid terrain is extremely dangerous, but I guess they know that. We're not supposed to look back on the trail unless it's really important. Most of the other islanders are in the same condition as I am. It is very sad to lose them from the explosions of dynamite. My closest friends are victims as well as I. I just have to keep my head up I guess until something good or bad happens... at this point I don't have my hopes up for anything...
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