The literary festival for which I traveled to La Paz is the smallest I have ever been to.
It consists of two writers: the Bolivian author Wilmer Urrelo and me.
Wilmer doesn’t speak a word of English, but till now I like him.
And the Dutch cultural attaché is rather warm-hearted for a cultural attaché.
For unknown reasons the wireless internet connection in the hotel stops working several times a day. In other words you have to be lucky -- while waiting for Wi-Fi I’m rereading Coetzee.