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If not, we’ll just publish it on the internet, I just need to get it from José and translate it…
From the stories we moved to profound philosophical discussions about the meaning of life, about the price of freedom, about injustice and corruption in the developing world, about the authenticity of the bible, about terrorism and paranoia, and about compulsory military service vs. a professional army. It was astonishing how creative and intelligent my cellmates were, and at the same time it hurt to see that they don’t enjoy the financial means to develop this potential through further education. Some did not even pass the elementary school level.
We also had lots of fun with readings of Don Quijote, dirty jokes, and various games that can be improvised using bottle caps; mainly checkers, chess, and toss-the-cap-into-the-boot-from-four-yards-away. The later also played in a team version. One does learn to kill time.
Well, I guess I was lucky within all my bad luck. Even though I got quite cold at night – we DO have winter in Mexico too – I was treated decently. We were caged for 60 hours after our little bath, but there are places with worse conditions. Although imprisonment is a crass way for a tourist to learn, I am happy for the experience gained. Of course that is easy to say afterwards. But I learned so much in these 3 days, sometimes it is healthy to open one’s eyes to things generally taken for granted. To understand not only to keep your papers organized, not only to see how well off we are in the West, but to realize that our personal freedom is the most valuable commodity we possess.
I just treated myself to a long walk through the historical center of San Miguel, literally smelling this freedom. Sometimes we don’t appreciate things until we are unable to enjoy them any longer.
Take care, wherever you are.
The happiest man on earth says hi!
Hodg
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I'm not a writer, but once in a while everybody has to vent something.
I had to do that in the summer of 2002. That's when I came up with this song. The title less reflects the content, rather the process of creation.
Time to vent again... But still alive.
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