going for the centre of the world

Moses Iten


“He wants to go to the centre!” exclaims the man I’ve just asked for directions, winking to his friends. They are laying a cement foundation for a house, amongst wooden huts with dirt floors. An upgrade. They giggle and wave for me to continue along the only road. At each house - spaced fifty metres from each other - I keep asking for the same directions. “El Centro?” a lady asks me at one of the many wooden kiosks, that all seem to sell the same few things, “bueno, just take a left at the next crossing.”

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DOI: https://doi.org/10.5130/portal.v2i2.112

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