Anete and I are sitting on a terrace amidst lush rainforest, sipping large glasses of refreshing blood red sorrel juice. Squirrels hop by in nearby trees, insects make a lot of noise, and a couple of drops of rain have once again threatened to kick off the monsoon officially… but it’s not quite the time yet.
The whole scene is rather idyllic. Or is it?
What the reader might not realise: this environment is trying to kill us. Continue Reading →