I swung from one place to the next, sometimes backward, sometimes forward, capitalizing on my own momentum, knowing that at some point my armsโor, more accurately, my quivering bank balance, accessed through foreign ATMsโwould give out, and Iโd fall to the ground.
Amanda LindhoutI, too, was carrying around my own fate. All the things I couldn't know sat somewhere inside, embroidered into me-maybe not quite fixed to the point of inevitability but waiting, in any event, for a chance to unspool.
Amanda Lindhout