Jamaica: My saving angel
I had arrived in Jamaica without knowing anybody and first lived a terrible sleepless night in a shack in Trenchtown in Kingston. In the middle of night we were torn out of bed by drunken soldiers and searched naked up against the wall with machine guns in our backs. They did not find their sack with marihuana. Next night I fled up to Montigo Bay where I got to stay with this far more peaceful woman. Montigo Bay, Jamaica 1988
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