Homeless man sleeps foetal. In the square, in Mindelo. Under my window. Homeless dog sleeps foetal too. Dog wakes up, walks over, gives homeless man a valedictory lick. But man is deep in sleep. If only under this silhouetted mountain, on this beautiful island, there could be a home. For man and dog to share.... Continue Reading →
From my hammock. I hear the crickets, and the crash of waves on the shore. I must leave my hammock, and go inside. To my bed once more.
Simao's bar is closed. The men chatting outside tell me to knock on the door to his adjacent house. I knock, sit on the step, and wait. His neighbours, sat on their step, call his name. He appears and I enter. He looks tired. He still smiles. He still fusses over making sure everything I... Continue Reading →
The car halts. I slowly twist my face towards the driver as I sit up straight.‘This is it,’ he says.’This is what?’‘Tarrafal’‘Where?’‘Come’He beckons me towards the cliff edge. I follow, cautiously.‘Come ... come ...’I follow. Much more cautiously. Beyond the gravel, rock, and dust - all far too dry to give my shoes any purchase... Continue Reading →