Sensory overload is a good way to describe Friday. Crowded, dusty streets, many people trying to sell me something. These people are amazing. Most seem polite, happy despite deplorable conditions. It may take a long time to get the smell of burning trash out of my nose.
Many of the people seem filled with optimism. I pray for them to have better living conditions, but I'm afraid that may never happen.
The abject poverty is really working on my subconscious. Don't know how much more I can really absorb.
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