Samo AčkoinThe BumerangOne Flew Over Freedom’s NestJoe had a trucker’s hat. He sat in front of his room at the Y motel, not minding his own business.Jul 27, 20161Jul 27, 20161
Samo AčkoinThe BumerangThe Hero of Us, The Zero of ThemI have never been so confused in my life.May 16, 20162May 16, 20162
Samo AčkoinThe BumerangYou can’t play Russian roulette with a cowboy gun. It plays by itself.The two horsmen stopped on the ridge of the hill, just before it turned downwards into the valley.Apr 30, 20161Apr 30, 20161
Samo AčkoinThe BumerangWhen you sit on a cactus, you have to pull out the thorns„That’s Trump’s wall“ the driver said with an amused grin, pointing at the sorry barbed wire fence marking the US-Mexico border just next…Apr 25, 20161Apr 25, 20161
Samo AčkoinThe BumerangThe Alien“Feels like home,” I thought when walking around Atlanta airport. Make no mistake: it wasn’t because all airports look alike. No, this one…Apr 19, 20161Apr 19, 20161
Samo AčkoinThe BumerangOne week to the Continental DivideDear friends, colleagues, acquaintances, fellow hikers and strangers. This is the place where — from time to time — I will post updates on…Apr 8, 20162Apr 8, 20162