| ON ARRIVAL IN SURINAME |
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The plane’s rear opens like a gaping sphincter from which we walk across the tarmac; our way illuminated only from lights in dimly lit concrete reception buildings still riddled with bullet holes, reminders of their civil wars. Desultory groups of people await friends and family but I must take my place in a separate queue, hoping like mad my name will be on the list of those lucky enough to be granted entry permits. Sweating in the visa office the laggardly pace at which the three men write out my visa papers in triplicate slows me down into Suriname time.
Colonial architecture – Paramaribo |
