Guerrillas on a Dark Foggy Night: A Nightmare Remembered
The fire crackles behind me. It is a chilly night and the darkness seems to have muted all sound. Light emanates from the TV in front of us playing Iron Man in Spanish. Trin and I are sitting with Boris in his living room high in the mountain above Quito Ecuador. It was a great […]
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