Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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transfer order said El Salvador. A mistake, a bureaucratic error, but one that no one was willing to fix.

Ray C was put on a plane, sent to a country he had never previously set foot in; a situation experienced by those he had ratted out. He landed in San Salvador with nothing but the clothes on his back, his name suddenly meaningless in a place where he had no history.

But Ray was a builder. He had built a life once. He would do it again, though he knew it might be harder to capitalize on his well honed ability of being a stoolie in a maximum security jail, where nobody trusts anybody.