It's taken a long time to find an internet cafe, it's cool and slightly dark in here even now it's bright outside. The sixteen computers whirr noisily together and people tap on their keyboards. I'm anxious, checking my emails and trying to get on top of my work. All around people play internet games involving war in some way. Every now and then they make noises of extreme frustration.
I don't pity them much.
I'm drinking from my bottle although a sign strongly suggests I don't. It smells and tastes like chlorine but is still refreshing.
