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Reading and conversations
Jan. 21st, 2006 06:13 pmI am reading an interesting book called THE MEDICINE TRAIL, about someone who goes into the Amazon and like places looking for herbal remedies. When it got to the bit about a manioc drink (chew it, spit it into a bucket, repeat for 3 weeks, leave resulting goo to ferment for 4 months), I was so revolted that I read it out aloud, leading to this conversation:
T: It tastes disgusting.
Me: You've tried it? [thinking: when has T been in Brazil? Africa, yes, but S America?]
T: yes.
Me: where?
T: at a Brazilian shaman's house. In Kensington.
Me: what the fuck was a Brazilian shaman doing in Kensington?
T: well, I don't know! Whatever he was looking for, he didn't find it. He moved.
The path to enlightenment goes through Chelsea, apparently.
T: It tastes disgusting.
Me: You've tried it? [thinking: when has T been in Brazil? Africa, yes, but S America?]
T: yes.
Me: where?
T: at a Brazilian shaman's house. In Kensington.
Me: what the fuck was a Brazilian shaman doing in Kensington?
T: well, I don't know! Whatever he was looking for, he didn't find it. He moved.
The path to enlightenment goes through Chelsea, apparently.
