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Collected nerdisms about my life and struggle. Geared towards a mixed audience of parents, grandparents, friends, Swedes, Americans, sisters, brothers, relatives, rappers, non-rappers, girls and boys --> that's why it's in English and that's why you won't hear me saying anything too offensive and/or too cutsey.

Monday, June 12, 2006

My own home


Finally have my own place. Lebanese-owned, of course, just south of the corner of Randall and Benson Street on Randall, three security guards (George, Johnny, Lomax), cable tv, cleaning lady, a/c, MOSS compliant (minimu operational safety standards), and I share it with a Ghanaian guy = $600. That is, I'm proud to annouce, $200 cheaper than the original price. I played hard to get, threw out my arms, demanded a lower price, called the original price outrageous, issued ultimatums, waited for three days, then called back and offered a price. This is well below the average for this kind of standard and I'm as thrilled as can be.


That's the masons building at one of the highpoints of the city. Still active. Most powerful Americo-Liberians are members. I too hope to join some day.

Went to the beach this Sunday and got trigger happy with the camera. It's a pretty absurd experience as the picturs below probably illustrates (btw, click on pics to see them in a larger format) but I had fun nonetheless. It was my first day outside of the office in two weeks. Received an enormous assignment on Saturday afternoon and had to sit in all last Sunday, clippeti-clippeting on my keyboard. Did I already say that? I can't remember. Anyway, I kicked around a soccerball, talked shit to a couple of Paraguayans and was promptly shouted down by the fact that Sweden managed to tie with Trinidad. Fair, I suppose. I was genuienly pissed about not winning even though it was quite an experience to watch the game here, drinking Club Beer in the sun. I've promised one of the security guards that he will get my Sweden jersey if we get to the quarter finals. As such, there is no a large contingent of Liberians rooting for das Vaterland. Classy.




Went to the only 'nightclub' in town on Sarurday, Agenda. Would be fun if it wasn't for the reeediculous amounts of aggressive prostitutes that swarm around you making you feel like a huge creep for only being there. I conducted myself like a gentlemen. The same cannot be said for a number of UN employees, etc. Gross. Especially since the red cross released a huge report in April revealing just how common sex-for-aid abuse is in Liberia.

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Prostitutes? You better stay awat from "Agenda" or I may just have to fly over there to regulate.

mb

1:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hejsan Marcus,
Vilka härliga bilder...

det är ju för tusan din födelsedag coming up. Du lovade mig en adress dit vi ev. kan skicka nåt.... annars får du ge dig till tåls till i augusti. Vi la i båten i morse... vilken lycko-känsla.... Längtar efter att ta the crew på en cruwise !!! Ta väl vara på dig och se upp för dom "skumma" damerna..

Paps

5:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

..hmm..Jag säger: se upp för och hålla dig lååångt ifrån de skumma herrarna som ser till att damerna kan ha kvar sitt jobb..brrr..nasty!

8:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

In one of your photos, have they built a crude fence of driftwood to keep the locals away from the expats enjoying their day at the beach?

9:19 AM  
Blogger M-A-R-C-U-S said...

Charles - exactly. Although people walk past it with some ease. Still, it's a pretty odd set up.

10:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Are the men in the speedos german?

11:54 AM  
Blogger M-A-R-C-U-S said...

who goes there? If you don't tell me who you are I refuse to answer.



....but, no they're not German.

1:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

väldigt skönt att höra att du är frisk och på tårna igen.
följer dina resor från skuggan.

8:44 AM  

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