Jen Harvey

  • Ghosts: Number 2

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    Jen

    GHOSTS No 2 I once met a man who had lost his son. I was thirteen years old and had a weekend job at the local store. One day he came in, and as he was placing his order, I walked in from the storeroom. When he saw me he stopped mid-sentence and stared at…

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  • Ghosts: Number One

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    Jen

    I was walking around a department store, browsing about some counter that was displaying jewellery, the shop assistant watching me carefully as if she expected me to slip some trinket into my pocket. I met her stare and smiled, forcing her to look away awkwardly. That was when Kate tapped me on the shoulder. It…

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  • First impressions Saigon/Ho Chi Minh City

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    Jen

    Why am I so surprised? Flying in to Saigon, I notice the factory rooftops, the straight, well maintained roads, the neat layout of the housing. All the signs of organisation and commercial savvy that you’d associate with a prosperous forward looking nation, and it takes me aback. I wasn’t expecting such outward signs of economic…

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  • The Swing And The River

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    Jen

    What happened was, he put together a makeshift swing. A piece of sturdy rope thrown over the outstretched branch of a willow tree, that swung out over the water in a great loop. We played there all summer, whooping and cheering as we lunged out over the water, daring each other to swing faster and…

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