![]() ![]() He went towards the call of a beautiful country, a beckoning dream, a promise made of air. A suitcase, a packet of light blue aerogrammes, a single pair of wool socks. He carried a watch bought from a sailor, a letter to open doors. Tell us more, they say as they nestle by his side. How did that monkey appear and disappear? He is from this mystery. ![]() One way up, there were one hundred monkeys. He remembers a sandalwood puzzle picture. Urgent voices, the rasping of coins, carts creaking at night. He remembers kerosene lamps burning low, the smell of woodsmoke, cold stone floors under his bare feet. From roads that wrap around mountains and dip through valleys. He is from staying each night in a different place, sometimes city, sometimes country. He is from shoes filled with holes, blistered toes and calloused heels that know the roughness of gravel roads and the relief in straw, in grass. He is from walking and walking and walking. Tell us, they say, tell us where you're from. ![]()
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