had camped in a kind of hut he had made
out of material found on the construction
site. The temperature had dropped below
zero. I had told him that the construction
workers had the key to the shed. But because
of the holidays and the frost there were no
workers. Luckily the draw well hadn't been
frozen yet. He had lived on oranges. We had
to make the hut a little bigger so the three
of us could sleep there. When the workers
showed up, they felt pity for us and shared
their morue salée à la Portugaise with us.
Potatoes, stock fish and egg. On top olive
oil, parsley ... squeezed half a lemon ...
delicious. And we could move into the more
comfortable shed. In a box we found some
cooking equipment and a kerosene lamp.
