As Talwan rants on his dead stacks, I am in the jungle experiencing life. I guess Tal uses 5 syllable words to impress students. Yeah he knows what a verb is. Good Lord. The pendulum swings. The dog barks. The cock crows. The monkeys howls. And in the meantime, apartheid raises its ugly head.
As I passed the pool, young kids were taking their diving instruction. I thought, is there some way to correct this problem? I paid for a Nicaraguan youth to have diving lessons with this group. The South African leader shuffled him into Cepia. I lost my 300 dollars. Would he have done that to a white child here. What! No Way! But a Nicaraguan is viewed as less than. Someone to be a mule. Carry a load.
It’s difficult to go up against. It can be strenuous and energy depleting work. But it’s also its own reward.
I did what I could. I let it go. I place it in the hands of the historians.
I am from Jacksonville FL. A place known for its mean and racial attitude. Past and present. But I don’t mind what anyone says. It is better now.
Yes, it was a conundrum. A terrible, horrible, vile existence in the south. But not all white people were bad and all black people lovely minstrels.
How’s that for a vocabulary. Nouns, verbs, predicates. Mercy me. I think I’ll write a song.
Burglars – people have been stealing since the beginning. We have break-ins here in Costa Rica all of the time. But somehow it’s suppose to be different here. Come to think of it. It is different here.
Pura vida.
Be a beautiful bird watcher.
As you soak in the beautiful colors. The vultures are behind you, sucking up your sh*t, amigo.
Pura vida.
The words are the same. The meaning different.
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