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Haiti
To say that Haiti was better off under Jean-Claude than his father would be untrue. Opposition was not tolerated and the legislature was a metaphorically rubber stamp. Jean-Claude neglected his role in the government, squandering considerable domestic and foreign goodwill and facilitated the dominance of Haitian affairs by a clique of hardline cronies.
This was not a Haiti that people would dream of seeing. This was the Haiti of nightmares.
Thus did Tina stare out from the guest room in Basil Hagen's Haiti estate! Would that it could be called something grand but the Haiti estate was no different that any middle class North American house. It was also nowhere near the center of Port-au-Prince it was actually on the very eastern borders of the city.
"Well, Basil could have said this place was on the border of the city." Commented Tina.
"It may best." Said Lee. "We shall be safer from any conflict going on farther in but can we truly be safe if what is said about Haiti is true?"
"Its just myths." Tina said.
"Still…" Lee looked at the bookshelf in the bedroom. Books such as "The Magic Island", "Jane Eyre" and "I Am Legend" adorned the shelves. "Myths have to be based on something."
"Then where could the myths of zombies come from?" asked Tina.
"I don't know." Replied Lee. "Some sort of drug maybe?"
"Whatever the case, I'm going out to get some information for my story." Tina walked towards the door. "I'll be back in a bit."
"I'm coming with you!"
"I'm fine, Lee. This is nothing I can't handle myself."
"Never been in anywhere like Haiti." Commented Lee.
"What has Haiti got that Ireland hasn't?" asked Tina. Voodoo, zombies, that sort of thing.