Concentration Camp – Day 7
I think the rambling post yesterday helped me so much. It felt like the negativity has been extracted from my brand, so I felt so much better this morning. Yesterday, I feel like I cannot last in this place. Today I feel okay, I think I will be able to survive and last through the end of this challenging time. The noise doesn’t bug me, the bed doesn’t bug me today. I’m accepting it with a more relaxed kind of mind. So apparently, it’s not the noise nor the heat, it’s my mind hitting itself
Being in concentration camp is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Harder than living with my mother, harder than working at midnight in New York, it’s just really really hard.
I thought I might document the process of entering the country. Hopefully this is a once in a lifetime experience, where the government forced their hospitality on their citizen.
The story started when I arrived at the shockingly empty Suvarnabhumi, it felt like I was walking into some sci-fi movie where there’s only one flight, and the ppl going on the plane is extremely protected
Then on the plane we received a set of protective gear included of 7 things
Arrived at the airport, all of our passport is collected straight off the plane. We then collect our luggage and was shipped directly to the Camp, no question asked.
Before entering the camp, all of our luggages are spray very carefully, then off we go to our room. The camp is an military school dorm, so each other the room consists of 12 students, but we were arranged only 4 in each room to keep a distant between us.
Here’s the schedule at the camp:
6:00 AM Breakfast
9:00 AM Spray disinfectants
10:00 AM Body Temp check
11:30 AM Lunch
3:00 PM Spray Disinfectants
4:00 PM Body Temp check
5:30 PM Dinner
Besides, on day 1 and day 11 we was tested using the actual Covid test.
In the first 5 days, I still have a mild fever due to the week before in Bangkok ( 1 degree higher than ppl in my room) so I was very cautious and the ppl in my room seems to be also very afraid of me. Luckily, it has gone by day 6.
The hardest time for me is the night time, I can barely sleep every night, and it’s getting harder everyday. It’s the kind of experience that I wish nobody have to go through. It’s hard.
Though, I’m writing this on day 12, so my emotions/attitude about this place change greatly. I’m writing this with peace.
