In my last blog about my escape from Vietnam, I mentioned that our boat was on the ocean for 3 weeks. A few people died and were simply dropped overboard. There was nothing else we could do. As you can imagine, with so many people, the conditions were not sanitary.
We had a makeshift toilet that was extended over one side of the boat. To stay on it, you had to “grip” around it with your legs or risk falling in the ocean. One man, who was with his wife and child, had no legs. One night, he must have needed to use the toilet because the next morning he just wasn’t there. The only thing we could think of was he went to use the toilet and because he couldn’t grip it properly, he must have fallen into the water.
I had a very small space I sat in every day, I wanted to die because I was so sick and undernourished. If our boat had not sprung a leak, which lead to us being rescued, I would not have survived the journey. I was that weak.
I’ll share more later.
