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Published: November 2nd 2006
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Last time I crossed the equator I got robbed, threatened, tricked, fooled and deceived
(all in the town of Muarabungo, Indonesia ), so I felt a bit reluctant to leave the safe homely northern hemisphere for the southern one.
The road from the Cameroonian border post heading south was an impressive showpiece in advanced engineering.
Through the dense, sticky and humid rainforest, along raging riv...
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Martina
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Missing sound...
It was supposed to be a suprice, though I couldn't keep it for my own! (you know me, never really had that patience) I've start recording your story. Reading it (with my broken brittish accent) and provide it with enchanting sounds of my african imagination. I want it to be read, spoken and heard by the unwitting! It would be a nice contribution to the "SoundBooks" of today. Sorry for not asking of your permission first, I must been astonished by your stanza (my way of feeling your stories). If you don't like it, I wont continue my work, otherwise it would be something to re-record with your voice when you come back..... Big Love and hollow happiness from your always smiling little sister...