stopping place GMT +18 2. guatemala
que me maten si ....
at night we walked over the black dark and lukewarm sand
the smell of salt was in the air
we found two killed human beings on the beach
we put the "intestino" back into their bodies
stitched up the wounds and carried them to the graveyard.
in the morning
black turtles dig a hole in the sand
dropped down their soft gray eggs
life must go on
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