" The fieldworker examines his tools and finds his camera inadequate. Most importantly, his very field of vision now seems blurred. Yet he needs to come back home with a picture. It's pouring rain out there, and the mosquitoes are starting to bite. In desperation, the baffled anthropologist burns his notes [jajaja] to create a moment of light, moves his face against the flame, closes his eyes and, hands grasping the camera, takes a picture of himself."
Trouillot...
Maybe one day/they he will come back.
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