Arts
Postcard from Lille Valete
They say that as soon as you’ve finished writing your story then you’ve reached the point when you have to write it. They are correct. Words, like muscles, need flexed and re-used over and over [more…]
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Postcard from Lille Part 59
I’m at my Utopia, a community in the jungle that I have supported, a place of peace and harmony between peoples. It has been trashed. The Utopians have fought amongst themselves, wrecked the place and [more…]
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Postcard from Lille Part 58
I’m sitting at the edge of a thinning of the rainforest. My two tail-end Charlies are squatted beside me having just returned from an evening recce. Our other companions are making camp for the night, [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Lille Part 57
A funny thing happened on the way to Lille university. Funny for the rest of us but not so funny for my wife. She got stuck in the Metro’s automatic doors. They closed on her [more…]
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Postcard from Lille Part 56
Before I start, Gisele is a flowery writer and is prone to exaggeration. Aren’t we all? She is also prone to acting on those exaggerations, therefore we must take what she says seriously. Plus, across [more…]
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Postcard from Lille Part 55
At the end of a veranda, which separated the novice nun’s dormitory from the school’s basketball court, was a ‘shower’. A pyramid of plastic buckets sat below a tap which part filled them as it [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Lille Part 53
The road took the route of least resistance. It followed the coast to the nearest sizeable town and then swung inland, following rivers and valleys into the interior. The dropping tide lapped the edge of [more…]
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Postcard from Lille Part 52
If you still need proof of the existence of God through nature then take the bus, jeepney and pedicar as far as you can. When the way gets too steep for the pedicar cyclist, alight [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 51
I’m in my room, above my ‘Anglo Philippine’ office, in the Durian building in Davao City, in the wild south of the Philippine Islands. It is siesta time and I’ve been interrupted again, despite barricading [more…]