I went to bed pretty mutch after my shift. People got more and more quiet during the day and food got refused. No one really no one wanted to be the first one to break the ice…
Me neither, but anyhow is wouldn’t have counted as we girls have to squat over it to pee anyways.
So this is the last sentence to the bucket story… Someone special -no names- broke the ice to use that bucket for what it was for. And others followed. There are much nicer things that can be done under stars but there are way worser places to go for your business than under stars as well. Issue solved. -and a new toilet will be installed in the harbour. Topic over.
ahoi! S'ail la vie 