Confessions of an MR Junkie

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  • Joe Owens

DOI:

https://doi.org/10.14452/MR-044-04-1992-08_3

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Abstract

For a frayed U.S. American in his early fifties the trips out to the mountain villages are trying. The long hikes along primitive tracks, up and down impossible hillsides; the unwelcome companionship of various species of minute wildlife; the heavy, monotonous diet of starchy foods; and simply being always the center of attention—all make the journeys enervating and exhausting. Of course, the exuberant presence of the peasant folk themselves counteracts the fatigue, and the interaction with them energizes the spirit, but I still find that I need a narcotic. Yes, I have to confess I'm an addict, and during these last two weeks I abandoned myself shamelessly to my habit.

Published

1992-09-03

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