There are exiles that last a lifetime and others that last a weekend. To be exiled, says the self-exiled writer Roberto Bolano, "is not to disappear but to shrink, to slowly or quickly get smaller and smaller until we reach our real height, the true height of the self".
Cast out in exile, has Thaksin Shinawatra shrunk smaller and smaller until he's reached the true height of his self, or has he grown larger and larger until he's staring into the depths of his soul?
Has exile - banishment, wandering, flight, nomadic projectiles in the Bedouin desert - made him think more, or think less, about what history has done to him or what he's doing to history?
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