At night, our open-hearted hosts dream of the Yukon. How did they end up here, in the American south? How did they chance ending up here, in Nashville of all places, in the heart of the south?
It's a third world country!, cries our host. It's gone mad!, he says. When they first arrived in the country, he saw two 12 year old kids held face down by an armed security guard in a supermarket. The guard was pointing the gun at their heads, he says. At their heads! Kids! Our host went home and locked himself in and didn't come out for 10 days. This country is insane!, he cries.
We sit out on the porch drinking Plymouth Gin. This is yuppie hour, says our host, who is slowly recovering from his ordeals, when joggers and dog walkers fill the streets. At night it's too dangerous to go out, though. You never know what might happen. He rolls up his shirtsleeve and shows us his tattoo: workers of the world unite, it says.
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