When it became obvious that things were bad, I had a few hours to heed the global imperative to go home and hunker down for an indefinite period of time; I had to get on the second to last flight out of Peru. The chaos of the mass migration of Europeans and Americans out of South America left me in New Haven, CT, in a quasi-frat house, home to live music performances and edginess. Two weeks prior, this was where […]
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