We sat on a small metal boat and glided downriver, meandering through foliage and tiny mines. Armed with weighing scales, magnifying glasses and rucksacks stuffed with cash, the Venezuelan traders stopped at countless small-scale mines along the water. “I have diamonds in my blo…
On the Venezuela/Colombia border
It was March 5, 2013. I’d woken up early that morning and visited a small chapel outside the military hospital where Hugo Chávez was being treated. The…
Covering Hugo Chávez's cancer announcement for New York Times and Reuters
Most news outlets pay per word published, a concept I’ve always thought absurd, as of course some words cost more to produce than others. Consider, for…
Around the age of eleven, in the late 1990s, I had taught myself to code. I had no benchmark, curriculum, or people around me doing it, so I just kept …
A couple of weeks into my time in Mexico, I read in a local newspaper about Ponchis, a teenage assassin who had become the face of the country’s drug w…
By the time I determined I’d fly somewhere, anywhere, I had nothing to lose. I’d jump on a plane, rack up some credit card debt, and if it didn’t work …
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