Saturday, 26 Apr 2008 | Views [311]
every afternoon at two o'clock a man cycles down our street with lime sorbet, yelling "nieeeeeeeve!" in the most mournful voice possible. and i take my six pesos and buy a cup-full, straw and all, and stare at the two mangy dogs who live ... Read more >
Friday, 22 Feb 2008 | Views [780]
I’m lying in Danielle’s sleeping bag on our roof, looking at the stars of a different sky. A car advertisement is driving past, blaring music and incentives to buy. And a second later, yet another noise pollution extravaganza of a vehicle. Maybe ... Read more >
Tags: Misadventures
