Sunday, November 29, 2009
Day 297
Thanksgiving passes. I watch a cobra stalk and devour a large rodent. The people toil in the fields as another harvest appears headed for disaster. The German dances shirtless to Abba outside his hut in the noon day sun. For what do I have to be thankful? For what?
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Day 258
I meditate in the coolness of my grass hut. The german practices with his nunchucks in the heat of the noonday sun.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Day 250
The German eats strudel baked in his Braun convection oven. I eat rice and curry cooked in an iron pot over an open fire.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
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