Hello, Disturbed.

Quite honestly, I was too overawed to ask him very much at all. I mean, I was saying really dumb things like how bad the mosquitos could be and saying how well he looked (although he had a tremble and obviously wasn't in the least a healthy man.)

He kept his hand on my shoulder when he was talking and he would squeeze it every time he smiled, like he was making a point. He was not at all bitter and there was not the slightest hint that he was a fugitive. He was very relaxed and everyone was real kind and gentle to him.