I wash my face in one of the public toilets where I also get my drinking water.
I found an empty three-litre plastic container in one of the bins on my street. The label on it said, “Robinsons Orange Fruit Squash.” I cleaned it out and now I use it to store my drinking water.
A few meters down the road, there’s a large corner-shop. For the first few days after I moved into this house, I used to go through the bins looking for something to eat. Now the Asian man who owns the shop lets me have a loaf of bread and a few other things every evening.
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