50, 51, 52 days

Day 50.
The same work day, as usual...
After work, at around 21:20 I was watching FAKIR SHOW near to our restaurant. It was nice, but the program for tourists is every week the same. I already am bored a bit of it... I know every action in this show... Nothing really impressing.

Day 51.
I worked two hours at morning.
My heart let me down.
Like knife penetrated inside me twice. So painful ! My heart was as small as nut, and hurt like dying. Then I could not breath for some seconds... I was so scared...
Some tourist helped me to stand up. They gave me some water...
Manager came with a question ''what happened here?'' - he always tell without emotions, like he is indifferent to everything.
I slept in my room all day and night...

Day 52.
I was working today from 7:00 until 11:00. Now I have break (as usual, it's my shift), and then I will go to work again from 18:00 until 22:00. Who knows what will be today, but I feel that again nothing interesting.....