Letter from Latin America

A year ago, I paid my first visit to Santo Domingo. It was part of a crafty plot; the general idea was to lie in the sun, as far as possible, and pick up a story which would pay the costs of lying in the sun. The violence seemed to have abated, but a Santo Domingo dateline was still a war-zone type of thing in the public mind, and you could sell an article.

The violence, however, must have heard about this. On the first day, I blundered into the Avenida Duarte riots, and within a few more days, dozens were dead, and they had ponked some bazooka holes in the Hotel Matum.

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A year ago, I paid my first visit to Santo Domingo. It was part of a crafty plot; the general idea was to lie in the sun, as far as possible, and pick up a story which would pay the costs of lying in the sun. The violence seemed to have abated, but a Santo Domingo dateline was still a war-zone type of thing in the public mind, and you could sell an article.

The violence, however, must have heard about this. On the first day, I blundered into the Avenida Duarte riots, and within a few more days, dozens were dead, and they had ponked some bazooka holes in the Hotel Matum.