20 Years in Hard Places

20 Years in Hard Places

I woke early, rolled over, glanced at my phone. Coup d’état! My eyes popped wide open. Dignitaries arrested. Internet cut. Airport closed. Banks shuttered. Roads blocked. It was this country’s last straw. After a generation of armed sectarian clashes. And...
Antidote for Nausea

Antidote for Nausea

Antidote for Nausea It had been rough going for nearly two hours. Cavernous potholes. Broken asphalt. Gritty litter. No shade in sight. We were sweating, despite the full-blast air con. Hundreds of smokestacks as far as the eye could see. An apocalyptic landscape. I...