Maybe it wasn't the food that did it though? Maybe it was the thought of that meal after a day where I safely toured where The Other Half lives, amid dirt floors, stray animals, corrugated tin roofs and an absence of clean drinking water. Perversely, I laughed, both at my own decadence and self-loathing/self-pity. It didn't, and to a certain extent still doesn't, feel real.
Yeah, when it hits you, you will know. Until then...
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Bits of Tangier did that to me. And Cairo. But not enough. I didn't learn my lesson.
ReplyDeleteNot like it's easy or anything. I still feel weird at the thought of it: like those people's poverty was there for my bourgeois enjoyment. I can always retreat back to the comfort of Canada, and these people are literally up against the wall, living in settlements that will likely collapse and kill them in the event of the mildest seismic activity. Now how in the hell am I suppose to relate to that?
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