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having grown up in a city i never quite understood the purpose of setting fire to small areas of woodland, but it seems to happen quite a lot in these parts. i remember seeing it a few times when i was volunteering in senda verde, where it seemed hazardously close to the animal refuge, and reporting it to the disinterested kitchen staff. that was just another item on the list of reasons why the kitchen staff were, as they say in france, fucking wankers. they were made up of bolivians, cubans and even a south african yet despite these different backgrounds it seemed as soon as you started working there you adopted a position of superiority and condescension over anyone non-south american. which coincidentally was 95% of the volunteers. from talking shit about you in spanish, to undercooking food for the humans and animals, to complaining at every opportunity that you were doing something wrong to lying to your face they were experts at rubbing you up the wrong way. the worst offender was the south african, who might be the most misanthropic person i've ever met working with the public. he was just a horrible, horrible man. just before i left i heard a rumour, which i pray is true, that he left the door to his bedroom open and a spider monkey snuck inside. when he returned he found his expensive digital slr reduced to a collection of small plastic bits. i think his misanthropy extended to primates after that incident.

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