I will now tell you about Barack the Baccacuda. Barack the Barracuda is a friend. Even if it hurts when he starts moving. He lives in my stomach on fasting days. He is relatively calm till after work. At about four o’clock my stomach is so empty, that Barack starts crunching the fat from inside the stomach. It is rather painful, but it makes the fat disappear. So when I feel the pain in my stomach on my fasting days, I know that Barack is awake gnawing on my fat. Painful, but welcome.