The person within; the limits beyond

I panted, jogging in the dark back to the house, holding a can of tuna and a chocolate bar. A Peruvian singer croons in my earphones and I cannot understand him. My left hand stinks of garlic. I had done a quick shop run when I realised I had forgotten the tuna for my garlic rice… Read More

Three Peruvian presidents

This morning I did some research on three Peruvian Presidents from the 1960s to the 80s. Two of the presidents led their military and eventually took over from their predecessor. But as I gain a superficial look at the history of Peru from the 19th century and its independence and until the 80s, I see… Read More

‘Excuse me, Mr. Burnzy!’

  Last night I attended a parents’ information session with the other teachers. And I was interested in meeting the parents, I found, as I gazed across each classroom. I was trying to guess which parents belonged to my particular students. I think I wanted to know because any little detail could help me. There… Read More

The Bridge of Sighs

BARRANCO. If I had more time than a few hours I might have written a short story here. The old elegant houses through the light fog, the occasional volkswagon, the murals and statues, and the clifftop overlooking the ocean. My friend Lutie (listen to a drunken interview of Lutie) gave me a quick introduction and… Read More

My favourite five songs in Spanish (so far)

It’s time to commit, to focus truly on the culture I live in if I wish to be a part of it. A colleague and friend from Colombia, Nox, is as good as I am at speaking English. He claims to dream in his second language. Nox said rather bluntly to me that I actually… Read More