"Now that he's taken the time time to travel through his homeland, from Cumuto, Tacariguam, Tunapuna, to Curepe, he sees the same hand mingy with space for passing, the same atmosphere armed with an aggressive narrowness. It offends him. The press of open drains and abutted concrete curbs, the unexpected ditch that must be skirted with great care between with great care close, menacing walls offend him. Overseas the drains are all placed underground: why couldn't such care be taken here? The press of other drivers impatiently cutting and squeezing in their knowledge of the local terrain offends hims. Why couldn't things be more orderly here? Why couldn't street signs be posted at a level where drivers may easily read them?"
As we get into more modern post colonial texts a new theme seems to be emerging. The effect of time on places like Trinidad seems to be somewhat stagnated and the author makes sure to point that out in great detail. Alongside this, the author seems to compare his homeland with the rest of the world showing that his homeland is behind in technology and growth yet people have been moving forward. For example, although technology wise his homeland's growth has been stifled, the people of the island seem to have lost track with their own history. The author longs for a return to the past. Now it seems that his world is moving about abruptly and impatiently with no sense of direction somewhat dangerously without remembrance of past.
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