Of Lorries and Rebels
April 20th 2005 Of Lorries
“Shok!” the cry goes out, and I amateurishly duck, trying to flatten myself against the
roof of the truck-cum-bus. The thick branch bristling with two-inch thorn is too low, so I
make a stupid face and stick out my arm to shield my face. It’s a good thing we’re
moving so slowly, or this would be very dangerous, rather than adventurous. The
branch knocks off the tu
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