2014-05-12
First my host uncle bought some sugar cane. Then his sons and his wife scraped off the bark, stuck it through a hand crank machine, and his family and I watched as the liquid spurted into a pitcher. It was a pleasant afternoon. The juice was nice with some specks of rust. I was glad...
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2014-05-06
The citizenry teacher at COMBEMI decided to make a suspended garden with her 12-14 year old students during the fall semester of 2013. I was lucky enough to help the teacher and film the students throughout the process. There was always a bit of difficulty in motivating the students to work (I think the camera’s...
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2013-12-17
She cycles to work. Up the road Indaial, pedaling calmly. Once she arrived thirty minutes late, but every other day, she came just at the hour she was asked. Juicy has purple hair. If purple were a natural hair color, no one would doubt her hair was given at birth. The purple color appears to grow straight out of...
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2013-11-21
The sounds of gunshots ring out across the land as I weep in my bedroom; I am frightened to live in this war zone. No not at all. That sound was just a firework. Itajaí, in truth, is a mostly wonderful safe city. I walk by myself and feel totally in control. The busy busy...
Read More2013-09-19
Cookies were a big part of my life back home. My mom lives in the kitchen, venturing out rarely to buy ingredients, exercise, and talk with her friends about food. For imageries sake, I will tell you that she is a nice looking lady with a strong body. She has made the same cookie recipe for all the years...
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2013-07-19
I like to dream. Not necessarily realistic dreams, but happy cushy ones where I am sitting on a couch in a dim flat in West Sussex with a few small grey kittens decorated with blue bows around their necks and drinking tea while speaking with Beatrix Potter as the rain pitters softly on the morning glories creeping up the...
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