The Man in the Hornet's Nest |
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| Written by Matt |
| Monday, 26 April 2010 19:03 |
 Yesterday I left the balcony doors open and it rained so hard that a small lake formed in the middle of my apartment. I tell people this and they ask where I live, thinking, I suppose that I own a hut in the middle of the rainforest. But what they don’t realize is that the level of rain in Panama this time of year is almost biblical in its intensity. During torrential downpours like the one yesterday, people as skinny as me usually don’t leave the apartment for fear of getting washed away or knocked over. It’s funny to think about, the rain being so forceful that it could actually knock you down. But sometimes that’s really how serious it is. On my way into the city today, I took Transistmica following a lead I’d heard at dinner the other night. “There’s this guy who lives in the human equivalent of a hornet nest,” my friend Henrietta said, and with a tip like that, how could you not want to pass by and check it out? “Sometimes you can see his feet sticking out but usually he’s just burrowed away in his house doing stuff…” And I stopped her here wondering what exactly one does inside a hornet’s nest. Beyond sleep and having sex with other hornets, the confines of a nest doesn’t exactly lend itself to productivity or leisure or anything really. It would have, I imagine, all the personality and charm of an over-crowded cave. When you disrupt a hornet’s nest, they can become as aggressive and hostile as the sun, but this man on the other hand seemed delighted to have company. His upper body was sticking out from one side of, what looks like in retrospect, a very large mud-made tunnel sprinkled with various bits of trash, flowing vines, and buttressed by a cement wall. “Your house is very…complex,” “Thank you,” the man said. “You are from Argentina?” I don’t know why people think this so often, that I’m from Argentina. Someone told me once that it was my hair. I tend to think its my good looks and appreciation for the finer things in life. According to the man in the hornet nest, I spoke will "the great skill of an Argentinean."
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