America the Defeated

When I was standing

I went to bed at 9PM last night, slept restlessly, and woke up in Italy, 1938. But it was a landslide victory for America's favorite fascist and thus, I'm relieved. Americans have spoken and declared their new national identity unequivocally. My countrymen are unrecognizable to me now. I am an exile in waiting. Looking now with agonized eyes for a new shore. A new set of neighbors. I don't want to wear the American label anymore. Perhaps I can fake it as a Bulgarian tourist. Today my road becomes clear ahead.

Following the Rio Lerma in Mexco

Join me on a frightening journey to where they grow your restaurant vegetables...

I don't recommend living in Mexico City though I love the city dearly. Why? Contamination.

A Cold Float on White River

When I was standing

This is good

How To Get Robbed In Buenos Aires

When I was standing

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