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Vigilance

Smoking in the courtyard of a hostel in tiny Guajara-Mirim we heard screams coming from the bathroom. It was Dorin. This part of the world is unsafe, rather lawless, and sprinkled with venomous snakes, but she was screaming in the bathroom and there is nothing more frightening than a bathroom in Bolivia so we just laughed, figuring Dorin’s thighs gave out from hovering over that revolting bowl. Noa sucked on the joint in the humid night air.