Travel Karma: the Pig’s Head

I lay there, individually unable to move but shuddering violently and uncontrollably from the fever. The light flickered above my head once again and with resentment I acknowledged the beginning of another day. The Doctor had jammed the needle into my arm five minutes earlier today plunging whatever it was into my arm that was Read more about Travel Karma: the Pig’s Head[…]

My Son, Are you a Catholic? Confessions of a Malarial Carrier

I knew things were bad, but coming to from yet another bout of fever, with chills, sweating, exhaustion, headaches and explosive muscular pains to see a priest at the foot of my bed did nothing to still the fissures in my long suffering mental stability. “My son, are you Catholic?” Nerves already frayed to threads, Read more about My Son, Are you a Catholic? Confessions of a Malarial Carrier[…]

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