on the dangers of globalization

Often, thanks to a crew reduced by yellow fever, two-three would leave as sailors into the vertigo of the wide world, see other skies, breathe other winds. They came back disoriented with truths, more confused than washed-up zombies. Sons of the world but outside it all, half transparent, they floated about in town, stiff, hard, without a past.

-Patrick Chamoiseau, pg. 67, Texaco, trans. Rejouis & Vinokurov