There's a gig in Uganda.
Scary but tempting. Several years ago I was looking for jobs and one was posted for an English-language newspaper in Rangoon, Myanmar (Burma). (Summers in Rangoon!)
The listing pointed out that the job was particularly challenging because "free speech was limited (monitored)." Hell, it might have said illegal.
This was before the monastery protests of a few years ago that resulted in a violent crackdown.
Part of me longs for a shot at a global hot zone. Another part of me realizes that being unemployed, depressed and alive is better than being in some far-flung third-world banana republic, with a possible wrong-seat view of the barrel of a gun.
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