…How the Forest Keeps its Secrets It was one of those torrid May days, when the sun beats down on Barrancabermeja without mercy. The wharf is the only place in this oil producing city where there is a slight break from the heat and a bit of a breeze. We embarked on the chalupa (traditional … Continue reading The Grave Without a Name…
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