Haiti

“We loved Haiti. We hated Haiti. We did not understand or know Haiti. Years later, I still did not understand Haiti but I longed for the Haiti of my childhood. When I was kidnapped, I knew I would never find that Haiti ever again.”

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Barbados

“Beyond the circle of illumination cast by the flames, the darkness was full of strange noises. The music of the Caribbean night- that orchestra of sounds made by cicadas, frogs and rustling leaves- which seemed so charming when accompanied by the bustle of Bridgetown, now seemed menacing in the context of this great, dark, breathing wilderness, and George must have slept fitfully if he managed to sleep at all.”

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