Nothing is for certain, except the day you left and sausages for Thursday breakfast (the kind you hate). We don’t count down the days til home, only can count up how long we’ve been here, been gone. Days stack slowly, but time is always running. Look over your shoulder, the pile is already a mountain. 146 days and counting….
— Marcin, 23. Day 2. Thunder Bay.
— Voytek. Thunder Bay. Day 2. 10:43 p.m.