Stories

There’s been times travelling

when things have made no sense

Like when I was in São Luis, Maranhão

and I accepted a guided private

museum tour

In Portuguese although I didn’t

understand a word of what the lady

from the museum said

Or when I sit in a toilet booth

at a hostel in Villa La Angostura in Patagonia

Skyping

because it’s the most private space I can find

and my friend asks me

in the middle of the call

if someone just flushed

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