Border Town
Border towns are often dodgy places. Anyone sensible would not arrive at one in the middle of night with nowhere to say. But I was never anyone sensible
What had possessed me to “do” South America in 1981 is hard to say. I had read One Hundred Years of Solitude . Blokes I knew were going out to Nicaragua to aid the Sandinista’s in their revolutionary…
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