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Inundated, they declared loudly and publicly, the men of highest authority agreed to meet after-hours and drafted the following:

Haitians will be allowed to obtain tourist visas for 30 days. All other travelers will be offered 12 months. A year-long ‘Humanitarian Visa’ may be possible, but this must be acquired in Haiti.

Who has the right to be here? HOSPEDAJE: It’s written everywhere.

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Petrohué

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Santiago, February 2018

I think about writing the city but I’m haunted by the colonial travel diary. I have impressions, but by the next day they’re subverted. Cities demand intimacy.

This is an impression and I’m trying not to betray that word.

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This is a place we visited on 2nd September 2017.

This is a place we visited on 2nd September 2017 to mark twenty years since the death of my father.

This place, where he had spent the early years of his life, unknown to us. Where my father’s father had parked their wagons. Fertile land where the family could grow. Quiet land where the family could sleep.

Father’s barefoot games. Here in the ruins of Tilty Abbey, sacked by King John’s men on Christmas Day 1215 — because it’s our land.

Why did we come here? For a photograph, to write home? To dream of home? This was a gypsy home, but the records won’t show it.

A sacked site is a sacred site. Between 1500 and 1800, an uncountable amount of ‘Gypsy edicts’ were passed across numerous European countries declaring the Roma people homo sacers. How did my father’s father know this land? How did he judge it safe?
Never to go home again,
for this was home!

 

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Copenhagen, November 2017.

In the past twelve months I’ve lived in three different cities. I finished my Masters degree in August and almost immediately began an English teaching qualification (which I’ll  also finish in two weeks). It’s often felt like this is all happening to someone else, although I don’t mind this feeling. Something is two steps ahead and leading the way, but it might well be me.