Jul 012011
Shots in Caracas
The rusty taxi sliced and rattled through thick smelly air
a bullet passed my ear
there was nobody there to hear
The driver would not comment
I looked at the shanty clad hillsides
not much fear
Just an adventure
Just an event
Life is held so dear by me
Life is a commodity here
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I knew I had no allies, not friends nor foes
Who would have known who I was had the bullet been too near
This is no resort holiday, no exotic beach
They say travel is a lesson
What lesson did this teach?
I will know the answer in the future
For now it is a story and later on I will understand