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Inti
The air is different in Peru. You breathe in the Incan civilization with the smell of hot ají peppers frying on an open flame in the market. This particular market had no name. I passed under a sign that simply read “mercado” and stepped into a new world.I wandered through the rows of shops. People were selling everything from bootleg copies of movies to knock-off designer sunglasses. A large tiled counter stood in the back corner, and an old woman on the other side butchered chicken with a cleaver and a strong set of hands.The market, as I’ve been told, was designed to discourage theft. Ther...
From Fraud to Friend
As the gullible crowd screamed as Paul showed them another one of his many telekinesis tricks, "little do they know, it's just a wire.." Paul thought. The crowd was stunned and the internet was blown up over this newcomer who claims to be able to connect with dead souls, use the power of telekinesis and fly.Paul was making a living out of the show tickets he sold, but suddenly while practicing "flying" the wire snapped. He panicked and his team screamed for if he fell he would be seriously injured. He was over 20 metres in the air, but miraculously, he stayed flying, he had gained real powers,...
Towards the Sun
Dedicated to MarthitaIt was near dawn when Fayna arrived at her house. The door was wide open and she was afraid she was the victim of a robbery. She carefully removed her white loafers and crept inside. The porch light that she used to leave on when she returned at night allowed her to see inside and enter with more confidence. She realized that everything was in order and that nothing was missing. The young woman only noticed something strange: there was too much silence, she did not hear the clock in the room and she realized that it stopped working. Then she checked the rest of the clocks ...
What Would Zelensky Do?
What Would Zelensky Do?After a few cars passed by my home, I pulled on my sneakers and started making my way down the hill to attend our coffee hour. I’d moved into the small park-model development during the pandemic and hadn’t been able to get to know people, but lately, we’d been told it was safe to be unmasked with people. When I got to the row of mailboxes that separawww.onedoor.ccted the upper section of the development from the lower, I oriented myself towards Edith’s flower garden. Today her daffodils were in bloom which made my tactic less noticeable. I continued to hope someone had done something ...