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Colombian Clichés | Curious World
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My Childhood Revolution →. August 19, 2009 · 11:17 pm. Tristan was pooped. It had only been three weeks since he decided to throw all caution to the wind and cross the Colombian border from Panama. Three weeks that seemed like three days packed with three lifetimes’ worth of events. He could hardly remember what his innocence felt like, let alone the warm silky aroma of a proper cup of tea. Why were these thoughts suddenly going through his head? It must have been the exhaustion. She asked, regaining a v...
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Episodes | Curious World
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September 16, 2011 · 9:36 pm. Oh, sorry guys, I’m just a little bit stoned at the moment, but it will pass, I finally mumbled, throwing some chips on the table. I figured that on an isolated tropical island, it was wiser to pass for a drug fiend than a voyeur. Yeah, we can see that, but how comes you’re chip leader? I looked down at the table and for the first time in this poker game noticed that I had indeed accumulated more chips than anyone else. I smiled and stared vacantly at the flop. Proclaimed th...
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His Son’s Story | Curious World
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Behind the Curtain →. November 5, 2010 · 1:57 pm. His Son’s Story. Co-workers. It had a picture of a man tortured on a cross and some writing in letters he couldn’t decipher, but he liked it and thought that it might be useful on the trip. He asked. I don’t know, she replied without turning back to look at him and walked out of the door. How are you little brother? What are you looking for? I am looking for my father, the boy said shyly, looking at his bare feet. What is your father’s name? You are comme...
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Car Trouble | Curious World
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Colombian Clichés →. August 6, 2009 · 12:06 am. Might as well be. I hope he’s watching from his floating armchair up in the stratosphere. I hope he falls off and croaks in the dust. Red dust continues to be everywhere. We plough on. The sun is in zenith and I am almost good to serve with spuds and gravy. The Freestate. Of course it’s bloody free, who in their right mind would want to live here? Wait, what am I thinking, how would anyone live here even if they wanted to? Turn into a Boer? The smile is gone.
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Frontera: Part II | Curious World
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His Son’s Story →. September 14, 2010 · 7:36 pm. Your passport please Madam. May I see your passport please. Oh yes, god, here it is. I’m sorry. Is anything wrong Madam? No, no, nothing. Alright then, welcome back to South Africa Mrs. Kruger. Of course it wasn’t just ‘nothing’. How could it be nothing? Nearly six months had passed since she tried to cross a border in Guatemala. Six months! Should he take her aside and give her a full cavity search, nay an x-ray? No This was not that kind of jolt. She clo...
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Ode to Colilla | Curious World
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June 13, 2011 · 7:31 pm. By the time Eduardo stumbled through the doors of his bedroom, daylight had already begun to cough its way through the streets of Bogota. She was asleep in a foetal position, her hands squeezed tightly between her meaty thighs. The air in the bedroom was hot and stale from the ghost of a self-inflicted orgasm. Eduardo stood in the doorframe sizing her up. The wake of a night’s worth of. And scrunched it up into a ball. He thought, then turned around and looked at her. Nestled in ...
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The Legend of Chicken Village | Curious World
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Pakati Peusiku →. April 24, 2010 · 4:06 pm. The Legend of Chicken Village. This story was related to me by Dong, a woman belonging to a Montagnard ethnic minority group from the Central Highlands of Viet Nam, and person of intense external and internal beauty. Dalat (Viet Nam), 15/04/2010. Pakati Peusiku →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Build...
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Don’t drive too fast! | Curious World
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May 19, 2010 · 6:47 pm. Don’t drive too fast! Yes brethren, it’s C. Ah, wagwan C? All well you know, grindin’on. Yourself? Oh, you know, the usual. As our mutual friend puts it ‘fuckeeng exams’! Hehe You busy tomorrow? Not really no. What d’you have in mind? Going on a road trip to Bournemouth. You wanna come with? Five seconds of quiet hesitation; thoughts of work repressed and locked away. Sure, what time? I’ll come pick you up tomorrow at 8:00 o’clock ok? Ok, sounds good. See you tomorrow C. We used t...
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Rhymes | Curious World
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When I don’t have the patience for prose…. At the Speed of Kerouac. Driving furiously through the European wastelands,. At the speed of Kerouac,. A regular Bonnie and Clyde,. Robbing normality in exchange for bewilderment. We left the big city and its tunnels full of dreamers,. Flew South on the wings of a Yaris,. Storming onto the stage through a curtain of April’s finest;. To find a piece of history upon the hilltops. We made love, cheered on by bees and church bells,. Cooked feasts in blindfolds;.
