Kathmandu, 1983. I was eighteen. In the Office of Controlled Immigration where my three school friends and I extended our visas, billboards shed notices like autumn leaves – photos of missing persons, stolen passports, wanted men: drug traffickers, art thieves, fraudsters, lost souls. One night Ch…
The Centenary of the Russian Revolution
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