Well, we're managing as best as we can. Supplies are getting low, but our ears have finally gotten used to the constant wail of the air-raid sirens. Most of our friends and family members just kind of shuffle through their lives in a daze, often reclining in hammocks where we just lay silently and make futile attempts to take stock of the current situation.
Sorry, I was sleeping in the hammock again. Who knocked over my Salva Vida? damn dogs. Where was I?
The most common signs of the coup's brutal aftermath can usually be found on the pages of the New York Times. And it's tough to find a copy of that on Roatan.
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