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        <description><![CDATA[Impressions on work and life overseas, starting in Colombia, Wales and Haiti!]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Linoleum, fantasies and vitamins]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 01:51:32 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[After 3 weeks of extreme tiredness, 2 weekends spent in bed and more dizzy spells, I visited the MSF hospital in Leogane today. I was reluctant to go for various reasons and didn’t want to admit I was unwell, you have to be strong and resistant here,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Music is Life!]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 03:57:41 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Was it 4 am or 5 am when I was woken up by people chanting outside our window? Half dreaming I listened to their voices, warm, powerful, singing about love, life and God. I listened and my dreams took me to another place, a place where people spoke Spanish... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Legs and Hurdles]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 03:56:15 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Today I flew from Haiti to Miami and am experiencing the expected reverse culture shock. As we were approaching the ground, I saw cars going fast in orderly lines on perfectly straight roads, I saw skyscrapers towering over the sea, I saw roofs, I saw... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Hope]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 07:00:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Motionless, I stayed overwhelmed, wearing his face on my t-shirt, I was now looking at him in the coffin. A white coffin, with white inner lining and ruffles. Him, wearing his black Sunday suit, a different colour, bloodless, eyes closed, lips sealed.... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Almost]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 06:59:37 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I don’t seem to be able to write lately, overwhelmed by the last weeks of intense digging into my box of resilience. Once as strong as the old leather and wooden trunk kept by my mother in her bedroom my box recently felt as fragile and small as a worn... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Tangible duality]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 06:26:12 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Duality is what shapes Haiti. Duality of the rich and the poor, of the white expat community and the black local community, found in what’s public and private, in the plains and the mountains, in people who are suffering and people who are providing relief.,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[My street is a dirt track]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 05:46:24 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[When I arrived in Leogane I found myself desperately looking for houses, for people and for life. I was taken to rue Duval where people were out amongst debris, sand pits, broken houses and makeshift shelters. The street was heaving. Adults children and... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[A question mark]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 04:13:08 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Touching ground in Haiti, I felt joy. Setting foot in Petionville, I felt tired. Walking in Laboule, I felt disoriented. Hiking in Kenskoff, I felt happy. Passing through Le Portail, I felt bewildered. Going out of Port-au-Prince, I felt unsettled. Arriving... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[3 lies]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 04:55:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[To be a good humanitarian you have to be flexible… I am being flexible, so flexible I feel like a rubber band ready to snap because it’s been stretched far too many times for too many different purposes, reasons, circumstances…Maybe I got into this humanitarian... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[A Home Made Door Wedge]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 04:09:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[From Cartagena, Colombia, to Pensarn, Wales bordering the same ocean, closing a chapter and opening a new one. A chapter filled with doubts, train rides, long walks, new faces that would soon become lovely friends, cakes of all sorts, messed up emotions,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Images, September 23rd 2011]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 14:01:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Jetlagged, overdosing on homebaked apple pie, listening to your music, Colombia I’m missing you. All my clothes are on the washing line and with every piece I took out to hang, I remembered when I was last wearing it. Going to La Boquilla, San Diego,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Mi Boquilla, September 14th 2011]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:59:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Mi Boquilla La Boquilla, from my comfy homemade king size bed in France I thought of you, dreamt of you, imagined you. Listening to Bomba Estereo, I heard your voice, watching video clips I saw your face and reading Boca Azul’s newsletter I learned about... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[The Fantasy Door, March 13th 2011]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:54:31 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[My neighbour smells of old spice and walks up the stairs with a limp. He is old, but how old? He has big brown framed glasses with thick dirty lenses that make his dark eyes look ever so tiny but ever so smiley. I like his demeanour, his features and... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Tuned Into The Night, August 24th 2010]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:52:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Sipping on my oversweet herbal tea bought outside my door, I'm thinking...I'm feeling, I'm hearing, I'm tasting, I'm smelling, I'm touching...Cartagena. Full moon and insomnia, I'm restless... Cartagena, where I learned not to trust others and learned... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[7 Days, 168 Hours, August 24th 2010]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:50:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[48 hours ago I was boarding a plane in Cartagena, flying over Crespo, seeing the beach, seeing Marbella, the historical center, Manga, la Popa and all the other barrios that stretch out off the ocean's coast. Each sight brought back memories. I could... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Sound and Vision, June 3rd 2010]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:48:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Some years ago, I crashed the apple of my dad’s eyes in a curve…shiny, silver, sporty…Hadn’t it been for the multiple airbags and safety gadgets, I’d have been very badly hurt…or…I stopped wondering. The shock was so violent that I couldn’t hold onto... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Moment of Truce, May 9th 2010]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:47:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Lying on the terrasse, gazing at the stars, watching the clouds moving in slow motion in the frame of the mirador, feeling the breeze on my legs, my hair twirling in the wind and caressing my face I felt happy again in Cartagena. Truce... My lover of... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[...Leaving Cartagena, December 9th 2009]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:45:02 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Last June, I left people puzzled when announcing I was going to Colombia, leaving them to fantasise about a country they knew through the news and Hollywood movies. Drugs, crimes, illegal armed groups and Shakira. My knowledge of Colombia wasn’t thorough,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Date in Cartagena, Dating Cartagena, November 2nd 2009]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:42:40 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Asphyxia, I felt asphyxiated before I left the house, no offense to any of my housemates. I needed to be away from the thesis, internet, any source of friendly living being. Tonight, I’m going out, I’m going on that date in Cartagena that I’ve been rejecting... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Hold on Tighter, October 23rd 2009]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:40:41 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Villa Hermosa, on the other side of the old dump of Cartagena, between shantytown and green paradise. The area is no more than a squat of wasteland, sheds and houses built out of planks, plastics of all kinds, milk cartons, milk bags, egg cartons, foam... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Cartagena, Two Faced City, October 9th 2009]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:39:13 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Today was my first day working in the slums of the town I fell in love with. I fell in love with Cartagena in the Summer, when I visited it one weekend, a bit of ‘a spur of the moment thing’ because I thought I was leaving Colombia and everyone told me... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Marmite or Arequipe? July 26th 2009]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:37:30 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Marmite or Arequipe ? Bogotà to me is a bit of a marmite of a city…when I take a bite I like it, when I take a second bite, I still like it but the bitter taste could easily put me off it. The city hasn’t really grown on me, it’s immensity tires me out... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Bogotan Traffic, June 26th 2009]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:36:17 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Roaring, this town is roaring, the cars, the buses, the motorcycles, the coaches, the trucks, whizzing, here and there, full speed…engines revving up, honking and beeping in shambles. Amongst the dark clouds of smoke a horse with a wooden carriage, loaded... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Bogotà, Microclimate, My Cold Climate, June 16th 2009]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:34:41 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[When you think Colombia, you think South America, warm climate, sun, long evenings outdoors and summer all year round. Wrong. When you think Northern France, you think Europe, temperamental climate, clouds, long evenings indoors and seasons. Wrong. Night... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Colombia My New Home, June 12th 2009]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:31:15 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Yep, really there and really overwhelmed by the very warm welcome I am getting...One day and I found a superb place to live, a great landlord who is willing to take us on little tours, a fab host who is spoiling me...argh, if only i could speak better... ]]></description>
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