West Indians

Survived another day. today we had to blow a hole in the mountain. it was terrifying. I almost got picked to be the one to set the dynamite. But a bad thing did happen I lost one of my friends that I was working with, when a mud slid happened and he got buried under the dirt. When we got to him it was too late. The funerary trains will arrive tomorrow morning and he will go with the other 500 that died with him or because of the diseases they have caught.