The fast made me slow. Unable to concentrate, I moved around the convention centre on fossilised legs. The slowmotion state of blood pumping insufficient sugar throughout my circulation felt like a form of death. But death itself was moving too slowly to be lethal. When I stood to give a speech it felt hollow, a cliché reflection of my stomach.
One year ago today, I fasted in Lima at COP20. Today I fast again, in Paris at COP21. Along the way I joined a 365 day long human fasting chain on the 21st of April 2015. We are hungry for Climate Justice.
Welcome to the weird and wonderful world of the UN: loosely-structured chaos which often borders on the bizarre. COP is a mixture of the deadly serious and the straight-out hilarious - here are a few key picks from the first two days.