Another day typing in a beach cafe, it's hard to find one with music that could simply serve as a background, but something else consumes me more. Dominican is a strange place, teenage local girls who to me look 13, or 15 the most are hanging out with guys who are 50, 60, 70, even 80, nationals of the US, France, Germany...like a scene from early Michel Houellebeck... The place is listed by the UN as the country with the highest child prostitution rate. Statistics of the misery. The Paradise, rich countries run by the same guys in their 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s created for the rest of the world, the prison one's paradise turns into.
Today is another market day in a Dominican town: http://www.theguardian.com/world/2005/sep/22/garyyounge.mainsection
The girls don’t look happy, the little one sitting only a meter away from me cringes each time the American guy well preserved in his 70s bends over to kiss her lips. She would rather swim with her friends, or help her mum in the garden. But where is her mum...where are the mums of all these other girls, what fucking goes wrong here that the fucked up death smelling blokes on a good pension plan come here to fuck children. It’s not the Paradise I was looking for to finish my novel “Sex and psychedelics”...or perhaps it is, perhaps apart from my heroine getting body painted in lost corners of Bushwick she needs something as shocking as the commonly accepted child abuse. That is the topic that needs to be voiced out, there is sex part and as for the psychedelics I am sure these guys are well aware of some psychotropic drugs that regulate the levels of oxygen in the brain extending their lives of child abusing travelers supporting the economies of the third word countries, doing a great work for the humanity so the world keeps running. What would happen if our international organisations, national governments or any board of multinational corporations were run by proportional representation of gender and race? What would happen then? Anyone cares? Sometimes you must face your own personal apocalypse to see the sufferings of others.