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On the Bolivian Trail of Che Guevara, a Literary Guerilla
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September 3, 2010 |
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The dust lay smooth. No vehicle had passed in over an hour, as I sat gazing at the grainy pages in my hand. I could feel the damp paper curl on my fingertips in the afternoon sun. I turned the page, welcoming the chance to start anew. 12th December 1966. I explored the geometry of the new page: the wide margins, the bold font of the date, and the well-spaced sans-sheriff of the main text. Four hours had passed since I'd arrived at this deserted spot on the far-side of town and still the dirt road showed no sign of relieving me from my post. I was on a traffic island, where the only two roads that led out of the small town of Vallegrande converged.
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