Dawn A red oriental sphere hanging from a white background sky greeted me as I opened the door. The sudden contrast between the spartan writing quarters with cream coloured walls and the intense red of fission, startled me. The Japanese flag came to mind for a couple of seconds. I went back and fetched my […]Read more "Re-turning; A road trip – day 4"
Coffee and a mission From where I’m sitting I can see the old fort on the other side of the square, overlooking the lagoon. Its cannons are still. They keep on aiming at an enemy that can´t be told. Their iron wants to spit fire and shells, to feel its ill-fated pleasure. Yet, in […]Read more "Re-turning: A road trip – Day 3"
Quiet As we walk uphill from the lagoon to have breakfast, Poncho’s presence is like an earthquake about to happen, All the neighbourhood dogs – astray or pet – go wild, barking. Some of them reach out and snarl at it, but no one dog dares to bite on Poncho, that remains calm […]Read more "Re-turning: A road trip – Day 2"