In my early twenties, I woke up one summer day feeling as though the tops of my hands were badly bruised. I figured I could have slept weirdly on my wrists, or perhaps I had typed or written too much …
disease
Facing up to a silent disaster
Sitting at the train station in Kuala Lumpur, I swat away the deadly malaria-ridden mosquitoes. They want my blood, in exchange for a well-known tropical disease made famous by Cheryl Cole. In the train station is a billboard showing an …