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A DIFFERENT WORLD
‘When you were a baby you were dropped on your head,’ my darling mum will sometimes remind me. ‘You landed on a brick.’
I’m told that accidental tumble from the arms of my eldest sister Aguil left me with a depressed fracture of the skull – right in the middle of my forehead. It also left Mum in no doubt that this was the reason I was ‘different’ from other children in our tribe.
Unlike my brothers and sisters, and just about every other kid in our village, I was fascinated by things most people considered dangerous. As a boy I loved to play with scorpions; the bigger they were, the better. As soon as I’d catch one I’d secretly cut the venomous stinger from the tip of its tail and terrorise other children – either chase them with the disarmed bug or shove it under their noses. It was such a great game.






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