I went looking for food. There was an apple in my stashpack, it was busily turning itself into cider when I pounced and ate what was edible of it.
I couldn't get anything else to eat.

I sat for a long time in the shade in the town centre, listening to conversations as people walked past.
I sometimes long to run after them and say 'hang on, I want to know the rest'.

I cant do anything while I am this hungry, I cannot write statements or do anything.