We were taken to this island with no land in sight and left.
Out of sight, out of mind. We weren’t to be sympathised, we had brought it on ourselves.
Every week they would drop five food staples for us, bread, pasta, tomatoes, some kind of meat and potatoes. It was basically pasta for lunch, dinner and tea. Maybe with some boiled potatoes on the side.
We were the things of nightmares, but at least we were fed well, right?