They make me laugh, these wiry, late-middled aged women sitting on the steps of El Arsenal – an expensive and exclusive gym in our district, priced strategically to ensure the riff-raff keep walking on at a swift pace and on the other side of the street, thank you very much! – as they draw hard […]

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For most of my adolescence and much of my adult life I have wasted precious energy searching for a sense of identity to a flag, a tribe, a culture or a purpose, and so on; something that has eluded me artfully, more often than not leading me to dead ends, false leads, rebuttals and in […]

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