On the Bolivian Trail of Che Guevara, a Literary Guerilla

by Stephen Eisenhammer

The dust lay smooth. No vehicle had passed in over an hour, as I sat gazing at the grainy pages in my hand. I could feel the damp paper curl on my fingertips in the afternoon sun. I turned the page, welcoming the chance to start anew. 12th December 1966. I explored the geometry of the new page: the wide margins, the bold font of the date, and the well-spaced sans-serif of the main text.

Four hours had passed since I'd arrived at this deserted spot on the far side of town and still the dirt road showed no sign of relieving me from my post. I was on a traffic island,...

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