tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562152035315070216.post1079428227327915868..comments2012-04-20T01:25:38.473-07:00Comments on Vorrei un caffe, per favore?: Phase TwoKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01200826899141709490noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562152035315070216.post-361662297228153892010-09-27T00:30:02.837-07:002010-09-27T00:30:02.837-07:00Yesterday, I was walking down the street, and ther...Yesterday, I was walking down the street, and there was a dog wandering dazedly a little way off. She was covered in some sort of white stuff, and I couldn't figure out what it was. When she got closer, I realized that she had been burned, and all of her fur had sloughed off. The white stuff was some disgusting blistery scab that covered most of her body. And, on top of the burns, she had gotten into a fight with something, and it had bitten a chunk out of her back. You could see bone, and the flesh was rotting. No one even spared her a second glance, but I couldn't look away.<br />Today, I saw her again. She was dead.<br /><br />That's the kind of thing we're dealing with in India. Just existing here is exhausting, emotionally and physicallly.Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16924047084657035461noreply@blogger.com