bout de papier, Volume 14, Issue No. 1, 1997
Ormond Wilson Dier
On a cold grey January morning in 1949, my wife, Marcelle, and I had been waiting for many hours in the Mexico City railway station for the arrival of the train from Chicago, where Orme had been vice-consul. It was due in…
Three Piece
It was about 9 a.m. and already hot outside. Strong Guyanese coffee had not yet stoked my metabolism when the telephone rang. It was Baltasar, the short, urbane Ambassador from a neighbouring country.
