Da Tengat — Chapter 7


The next morning, the men gathered around the table for a breakfast of bread, cheese, and rice balls. Ralf came in halfway through the meal and sat down to eat. A few hours earlier, Brad had relieved him so no one was without getting some rest.

“Sorry I don’t have any sausage or anything. I’ve gotten used to the traditional Indian meals, though I like my cheeses. They are a weakness of mine. No kitchen is worth the name…