He feels he’s linked to the terrier somehow, if only because of his unerring sense of loyalty and his love for ships, because here, near the end of the world, ships mean life will go on.
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23:46 hrs – Kiritimati, Christmas Island
The longer I lie here, listening to my still functioning electronic innards, the more afraid I grow of detonating after all this time. I don’t share your gods, but I pray I shall die a silent death.
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22:46 hrs – Auckland, New Zealand
Whenever a new sculpture appears like a big friendly giant, the children are the first to claim it by climbing all over it, unsupervised except by the huge eucalyptus trees by the side of the road, who curiously peek over the fence.
19:46 hrs – Thimphu, Bhutan
The monk bowed to the abbot. The abbot bowed to him. What he wanted, it wasn’t time now to turn to the monastery. His work was on the street, in the villages, with the people, not with Buddha. The monk said he didn’t want to stay.
18:46 hrs – Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala
She took it lightly, unlike the guy from Key West the other day with the deep baritone (hard to understand) who hung up on me after a coughing fit that made me imagine he looked like a crazed, bell-shaped Hemingway.
17:46 hrs – Port-aux-Francais, Kerguelen Islands
Visiting cemetary. Next to my gramps lies a German guy with the name Bernhard Herrmann, which sounds like a dog barking. „The most southerly German grave“, it says, and the year is 1940.
16:46 hrs – Baku, Azerbaijan
Noticed a young man, checking himself in the window of a shoe shop. His black oily hair. Prince Caspian perhaps. Looked for his sword. Saw his eyes were pruned prisms. Rightful ruler.
15:46 hrs – Baghdad, Al Iraq
The policemen came storming in the plaza, perhaps twenty of them. Despite their uniforms and silly hats they looked like all the other people, scared, disoriented, perhaps that’s why I lingered, holding on to my bag of groceries.
