“They’re not going to send the police or the military to get us out of here, but they want to make life difficult by withdrawing state services and putting pressure on international institutions not to help us rebuild.”
Standing by the sea – today it’s green and angry, the wind strong and the sky threatening – the scene looks very similar to the last time I was here in Muisne, some twenty years ago. A large number of tide born logs covers the long and hard beach where, says Hipólito, the owner of the hostel where I’m staying, even light aircraft can land – adding, after a second, that of course these belong to the government. Walking towards the town, the environment is still as I remember it. Solitary birds sing sporadically wrapped in the heat of midday and an almost medieval silence. There are virtually no cars here and their absence makes this island of Muisne something very special.
