Postcards from the edge

Postcards from the edge
Tales of (mis)adventure from abroad



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The room was small and dark. Its concrete walls were bare. The humid heat was almost unbearable. Mosquitoes were feasting while four armed men stood behind me, silent. The situation felt tense. I was staring at an empty, worn-out wooden chair. Soon I would have to explain myself to its claimed owner. It had been over an hour since the young soldier had left, running, to get the high-ranked officer. Someone who knew how to deal with foreigners who had been caught in a forbidden zone. So I waited, building my case.


There are 3 comments.

  1. comment number 1 by: J-P

    I think you told us about it in class. Shit…I could not beleive you were standing in front of armed men…ARMED MEN!!! Have you seen the light at the end of the tunnel while your were building your case?

  2. comment number 2 by: Yannick

    Like you JP, I’ve been blessed with constant optimism, which helps in these situations.

  3. comment number 3 by: Kathleen

    Haaaaa. Optimism! About the only thing one has left in that situation, innit? 😉

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