today,
in real time: I dont know if the rainseason started today, but it sure has hell is raining. Apocalyotic roars of water colour the village in a fluid red and brown, a paradox the dust turns to water. At night everybody hunt for and eats the gigasize frogs, but me: im the falang (thai for white) with the chicken in cultural distress asking for a knife and fork.

dreamtime:
I wrap up my few belongings in a little backpack. A notebook, a laptop, a luger, and not the least your favourite levis jeans, which I now, after a summer of 100 push and sit ups a day, look, if not good, then decent in. I disappear at a Cambodian bordercrossing.