The crocodile that became Timor I heard it said that there was once a crocodile that had lived for many hundreds of years in a swamp and whose great dream was to grow and reach a phenomenal size. But not only was he a small crocodile, he also lived in a very confined space. Only his dream was large. A swamp, of coursed is the worst possible place to live. It was shallow, stagnant water, hemmed in by strange, ill-defined banks, and above all lack in food to tempt a crocodile. For all these reasons, the crocodile was sick and tired of the swamp but he had nowhere else to live. Over the years, thousands of years it would seem – it was the crocodile’s love of talking that kept him going. Whenever he was awake, he would talk and talk, he would ask himself questions and then as if he were somebody else, would answer them. Even so, when you talk to yourself like this for centuries, you begin to run out of topics of conversation. Not only was th
