by Diane Wilson
Follow Diane’s day-by-day account of the latest Global Hunger Strike against Formosa Plastics. You can join her by signing up here.
I’m sitting in my red chevy truck, and I’ve got a bevy of draglines serenading me. They are ripping out earth, piles and piles, and burying 25-inch pipes and square things. Have no idea what in tarnation they are creating. Certainly noise. There is a lot of white trucks, in and out of Formosa’s Plastics Gate 3. This has the main administration building so I’m guessing the ‘bosses’ reside here. And it was the direction that the plant manager who visited me yesterday came from. So good guess, Diane.
It’s a nice day after the wind and cold and I’m sitting in my truck in my shirt sleeves. I figured out how to get internet on my computer so I’m literally setting up my office in Formosa’s ditch. Only thing I’m lacking is my printer.
It’s been pretty quiet as far as visitors go. Nancy and her group showed up this morning. She’s concerned. Always concerned. I repeatedly tell her I’m okay. Not hungry at all. Not even the first couple days. Little weakness is about all I’ve felt, and the game is watching the energy level. A hunger fast slows you down, anyhow. Don’t have to work to make that happen. It’s a natural part of fasting and I feel sure one of the reason folks fast to go on a spiritual quest. Slowing down helps. Case in point: I have a wood burning stove and a house not well insulated so, NORMALLY, when it gets cold, I shove as much wood as I can get into that little stove to get it roaring. But now, I sit in my rocker and place a little stick and then another little stick and eventually I get a little teepee made of sticks and I get a tiny spark and I tend that little fire like it is a garden. Totally entranced with the fire making. And my friends, that is some of the difference between fasting and non-fasting.