It sounds as if we’re in a war zone. The rat-a-tat-tat of automatic weapons in the back lane; sporadic sharp !cracks! of small arms fire from the neighbour’s front door, puffs of smoke blowing up our pathway; and every few minutes, the deep CRUMP of mortar fire across the playing fields … welcome to Baghdad […]
Linguist with wanderlust,
From the hills of New Guinea to the halls of the Sorbonne,
From the beaches of Bassam to the fields of Friesland,
From the catacombs of Rome to the Blue Mountains of Jamaica.
Currently resident in Dakar, Senegal.
Stet means "Let it stand" and is used by editors to indicate that the original text should be left untouched.
...in Arcadia ego is a pun on a painting by Poussin.
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