"I INSIDE THIS STORY AND I WAS UNAWARE THAT HE KEPT A DIARY'. A strange, violet-coloured sunrise woke me up. From Darisha's hut I could see the old wharf and the fishermen's reed hut was shrouded in a thick sea mist. The humidity of the night had become unbearable and perhaps sleeping naked had not been a good idea. But for Darisha it was vital. She said it was healthy to sleep naked, always. I was also fine with his miraculous cures...