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At Belen Market, Iquitos, Peru, reputedly a bad place for tourists getting robbed, once again I seem-- so far-- to be off limits to thieves, the closest I have come to being robbed being the guy who ran past and grabbed from my bag the first thing he could get his hands on, which he returned shortly thereafter in disgust. He said, "Senor, I do not want a copy of Sophocles, Oedipus Rex. If my colleagues found me with this I would lose my standing in the community and be shamed for life. Please take it back. And please, sir," he said very quietly, "do not inform my friends I stole this." So, yes, I can be robbed. The question is how seriously I want to retaliate against someone who would steal from me? Today I got another pack of rat poison, no particular reason for it other than for the love of clever marketing as I bought the pack and laughed over it.
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3 comments:
Moderamente toxico, eh?
It's about as sensible as Summer Girl on the cover of the other package. One of the joys of living here is that such things just float past. Life here is good.
My experience with Islam is too real for me ever to forget it, but there are moments in a day on the banks of the Amazon that I do think of other things. I could almost be tempted to toss my laptop in the river, marry a local girl, and have a lot of kids, calling it a fine life at last.
Not gonna happen. But it is sorely tempting.
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