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On my first trip to St. Petersburg, Russia in the early 1990s I broke the rule of impartiality journalists try to maintain. I gave US$100 to Andrei, one of thousands of feral children living in the tunnels under the city train stations. Andrei slept in a tree, stole...
… from the shadowland L usaka | “There aren’t any green traffic lights in the Copperbelt. They’ve all been sold to tourists.” He sneered in the half-light of the noisy Indian restaurant and his eyes rolled. They were slits, scrunched together from years of too...
… from the shadowlands M OCUBA | His twitch was either Tourettes or fear. He had weathered clothes, dirty hands and hungry eyes set in a well-fed face. He’d gone bush. And in this part of Mozambique the bush was everywhere. So was water, new swamp, broken trees,...
… from the shadowlands T EGUCIGALPA | Her pencil tapping was ceaseless, adding pressure to a tiny room that didn’t need more stimulation. In her 30’s she was a premature overseas spinster. The tight bad perm, ramrod back, the brusque manner, clipped voice and...
