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  1. On Cyber Dying

    A few days ago I woke up to turn on my mail and check what had happened while the world turned under my feet and found myself with a rather unusual mail. Or rather, unexpected. It was not that the news was unreal or exceptional, because it was not.
    A friend was contacting me to inform me that a common acquaintance had died recently. The mail was brief and to the point; the friend informing me of the event is not used to euphemisms or beating around the bush. It was direct and simply said: ...
  2. Logbook to a resentment (End)

    A month of Mondays goes by, every day identical to the previous one, exactly as the one to follow. But one day one particular Monday arrives and it is time to leave. I hate farewells because there have been so many in my live that they have taken their toll. So I bid goodbye to just a few people and get on a truck that will take me back to the big city and I get done with it.
    But as I drive away I decide that that is not a proper way. The truck has a two way radio and I know that all the ...
    Tags: bolivia, the end
  3. Logbook to a resentment (part XI)

    It is easy to understand where magical thinking and witchcraft came from when you see a moon rise in a place like the heartland of Bolivia.
    Picture yourself 10,000 years ago, all ignorant and always in danger of being eaten by some much more athletic mammal. As night fell, there in the horizon a tenuous light would start to glow. Slowly the shadows in that side of the celestial vault would yield to a pale light which would grow larger until this majestic rock would appear. You could see it ...
  4. Logbook to a resentment (part X)

    And one day I find myself in an exploration camp, once again, as I have done so many times. I am surrounded by people I have worked with before and we start telling stories, us old timers showing off a bit in telling when those times were “good ol’”. And I find myself at ease in sitting down with the workforce, people that have never been more than miles away from here and we share a meal.
    And exploration food is odd. It is strange in its simplicity, in that the flavors are so raw and primordial. ...
  5. Logbook to a resentment (part IX)

    I had forgotten the smell of coca leaves. Or rather, the stench.
    Let’s give the coca tree its due. It is an amazing plant. You can strip it bare of each and every little leaf and it will sprout them again in a matter of days. The soft buds will bloom quickly and green, making for a second crop for the season. And a third, and a fourth. There is no need for fertilizer, there is no need for tendering to it. The coca tree will give you a few crops a year with nothing more than you simply letting ...

    Updated 12-26-2016 at 02:57 PM by ponchi101

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