Office by Alex Penny
Sometimes we
wander off.
Here is our letter home.
Every evening when the border between Pakistan and India closes down, throngs of patriots gather at the edge of their respective countries for an elaborate, pomp and machismo filled ceremony. The chanting, frothy, delighted crowd was a site to behold. Kids climbing over each other, scampering up buildings and evading policemen just to get a glimpse. How can anyone rally this much national pride and antagonism every night? It was fantastic! I only wish I’d had a vuvuzela. And maybe that we hadn’t lost the cab driver who brought us out to this middle-of-nowhere sunset showdown.
