During the days I hid from the islanders. Behind the curtains I saw them lurking around, spending time at my beach strip until they went home to eat their dinners. Again they were contradicting the stories they told me -they found their way around the island, and they talked to each other. After a few weeks everybody was starting to look much better. Fresh air, social contact and sunlight transformed them into almost normal human beings.
Two weeks into the night shift my hotel friends remarked that I, on the other hand, didn’t look so good. “I don’t know about shifting your sleep system like that,” a summer temp shared. “You are an early bird, right. Can an early bird turn into a night owl?”