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Each piece has been written specifically for The Global Shuffle, edited collaboratively between myself and the author, and published to engage people through story-telling. This is a fairly new addition to the site, so many tales are still being edited, but stay tuned! They’ll all be up soon.
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I used all my pent-up fear and frustration, and propelled myself down the hall and towards the boarding gate, stopping briefly to make sure I was headed in the right direction. I ran like Justin Timberlake was waiting at the boarding gate, holding a giant hunk of my favourite red velvet cake.
All I could do was stare out the window as four men leapt out of the car and surrounded us. In their hands were a combination of guns, knives and machetes. They smashed the side window with a long machete and glass flew everywhere. Our driver tried to reverse but one of the guys stuck a gun in his face as a warning and reached through the broken window to pull his door open.
I left for Bangkok and caught up with the friend who invited me to Thailand in the first place, and when I told him about my time in Phuket, his only response was that I should go back. I completely went off my holiday plans, and asked what she was doing the following Friday night.
I meet the five other housemates. One is fixing some of the electrical wiring while standing on a disused fridge, another is frantically sweeping the floor apparently on my account, and the rest are sitting in what seems to be the central living space, burning down an enormous trompeta – a great big dooby. One Love by Bob Marley is playing in an adjoining room.