In the face of violent opposition, an ethnic minority fights for equality. But has the government found a way to profit from their protest?
Borders don’t really exist. They’re imaginary spaces, semi-porous membranes whose only power is collectively imbued by the citizens and governments they separate. They can also be opportunities.
Traveling the countryside of the world’s second-poorest nation: another in a series of dispatches from the Central African Republic.
Notes on an evening with Dan Harmon, and the myriad ways in which you can enchant and disappoint the ones you love (or, at least, who love you).
Visiting with rival agonistes in the struggle over the Central African Republic. The third in a series of dispatches.
Vaguely feverish notes on a few days of Ronnie Spector, Fagen-esque forgettable lyrics, the reunited Unicorns, and pastries unclassifiable in French or any other tongue.
Notes on an evening of charming Canadian earnestness punctuated by at least one moment of indisputable triumph.
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