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Published On: Mar 07, 2006 03:02 PM
Total entries in this category: 51
Published On: Mar 07, 2006 03:02 PM
Fresh and Funky
The harding part about living in this village is
that nothing is fresh. No fresh vegetables, or clothing, or building
materials.
Ground, toasted barley is the food staple, everyone
(including us) wears the same filthy clothes day after day, and to patch walls
and rebuild steps we scavenge and reuse scrap lumber. Everything is old, and
worn, and dirty. My bed smells like a dog. It is all very natural and organic
and it sucks.
I have been here only three days and already my eye is drawn longingly to any shiny new plastic baby toy, or brightly wrapped penny candy. It's no wonder the Indians traded Manhattan Island for a handful of sparkling glass beads.
I have been here only three days and already my eye is drawn longingly to any shiny new plastic baby toy, or brightly wrapped penny candy. It's no wonder the Indians traded Manhattan Island for a handful of sparkling glass beads.
Posted: Thu - October 2, 2003 at 06:09 AM