Chapter 22
Thailand
In the morning we went to a fountain to drink and cool off a bit. On the way back, Mark made me stand in front of a shop window.
“Brother! Isn’t that you?” He said, pointing to several television screens that showed my face.
“Shit.”
The text that passed under the image said that I was a monster. Apparently, my Thai girlfriend had wanted to leave me because I mistreated her, and I, driven by anger, had r***d, and strangled her. A perfect explanation for all Thais to hate the typical conceited foreigner who believed himself in possession of the life of his women. It said I was very dangerous and to give immediate notice to the police if they thought they saw me. They offered a juicy reward for it.
I was f****d.
Apparently, my father had decided to pull out all the
