Postcards from the edge

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



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I had never seen such big machine guns in my life. They lined the wooden balcony of the stilted hut I had been assigned to. The paramilitary men to whom these belonged to sat cross-legged in a circle, playing cards by candle light. It was hot, dark and pouring. The scene was right out of “Apocalypse Now”. Hours earlier, I had been led into the jungle village, searched, and had my gear confiscated. I was observing them through the ajar door. One of the men turned around and stared right at me. Then he extended a hand of cards, smiling.


There are 3 comments.

  1. comment number 1 by: Martina

    So exactly how many times have you been arrested/detained now?… :)

  2. comment number 2 by: Yannick

    hmm…Depends on your definition of arrested/detained (there’s also stopped, held, searched, questionned, fined, etc.)…But stay tuned to the site and you’ll find out! These stories seem to be the biggest hits with my students.

  3. comment number 3 by: Martina

    hahaha… I see, never a dull moment in the life of a spy…oh…I mean teacher of course. 😉

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