Why the quirky blog name? This piece – written six months after I arrived in Colombia in 2008 – tries to explain
For me, Colombia has been a strange unmaking.
I believed my own publicity and did not expect to suffer like this
unaware that I had spent two years digging a hole, into which I promptly fell.
For two or three months, I felt as if I was on the edge of the ocean,
struggling to get to my feet when – wham – the next wave came along.
And then came the retreat and I got some space to rest and think,
and God lifted me out of the pit. And I lived more peacefully.
But I am still picking up and carrying the little stones
that are the suffering, second hand, of this nation.