The first time I heard galley, I was in primary school. My teacher was teaching us about slave trade. She said slaves were kept inside galley of ship for months.
I was small then, I imagined how dark and hot that galley would be. Many people inside small place, no air.
Yesterday night, my own room felt like that galley. NEPA took light, everywhere was dark and hot. I could not sleep. I was sweating inside my small room.
I started to think, maybe life is like galley sometimes. Sometimes you are in tight place, dark, uncomfortable, you don't know when you will reach your destination.
But even inside that galley, the ship is still moving. Even inside my hot dark room yesterday, I was still alive, still breathing, still hoping for morning.
So maybe my galley season will not last forever. Soon light will come, breeze will enter, and I will feel free again........💃💃💃💃💃
That is what galley reminds me.
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