The Lepers of Moyo

Paul Theroux

Boarding the train in the African darkness just before dawn was like climbing into the body of a huge, dusty monster. I rejoiced in the strangeness of entering it, and I felt safe and happy inside, half-asleep on a wooden bench. But after sun-up the train did not seem so huge. And in harsh daylight,…

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