Liberia archivos - Carlos Battaglini - I left everything to become a writer, join me on this adventure

I run. I run next to a European girl and a Liberian. I keep up because I usually go jogging a few times a week…

I’ve never had to deal with them. I don’t know what they talk about. I ignore what they like. In meetings, all countries are usually…

HE RAISES HIS HAND. In the middle of the trial, the man with the gold earring raises his hand and asks for permission to go…

What is it that’s so important you have to say? Well, here goes. Friends, readers, comrades and others, it’s time for me to take off…

I DON’T REMEMBER VERY WELL WHERE I WAS COMING FROM, but walking on UN Drive I came upon a deserted island on my right. Now…

RUN. RUN. When we ran in Monrovia in among the shacks, trampling the earth and the sand, dodging dilapidated huts, I would brush against the…

I HAD JUST BEEN TO EUROPE. I HAD JUST BEEN TO SPAIN. I HAD FELT THE HEAT. I had felt the heat. I had felt…

These are the hardest days. Those days when you sit in front of the computer and you don’t know what to write about. You can…

SOMETIMES IT HAPPENS. You are walking in the middle of a Liberian road, heading in some direction and a question falls on your head in…

CAN I SAY SOMETHING? Imagine an airport. Can you think of an airport and feel what it is? An airport, a kaleidoscopic space, a mental…

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