I suddenly remember the photograph above the desk of that fucking old goat who ran this small press in which I unfortunately did an internship. Before becoming a publisher, he worked in the legal and business fields and lived in a lot of foreign countries. He thus spent many years in Haiti. On the said photograph, he was posing with Bébé Doc. They looked like two friends. That made me feel very puzzled and curious, I was longing to ask him the nature of his links with Duvalier Jr. But our own links quickly deteriorated and I guessed such a question would have provoked another argument. I remember how I hated this place, his disgusting presence and when he was not there, that precise photo. I just wanted to turn it over.
Well technically -- it was their fault, at least that is what the geologists say.
Nice one.
