I’ve broken my fast. My mouth is uncertain about the explosion of tastes that I have inflicted on it this morning. Take it easy, he says at breakfast. And I am doing so, but I want to taste fruit again, and nuts and yoghurt. They are unfamiliar to my tongue, sharp at times and my stomach is threatened by the acidic-ness of them. I will adapt. Allow it. And begin to enjoy it, them, again. But I haven’t forgotten those who have nothing. He says that he will allow basic food to get through. Let it be now. Please.
