Maybe better not shared?

A passage, direct from my journal.

This is -- against my original judgment -- just too good not to share.


1.8.010
Within no more than a minute's time the entire trainload of people had lept [sic!] from their seats and vacated the train, leaving me sitting stunned, nearly alone, in the once-full car. Rushing after the crowd, streaming over the tracks to our replacement train, I leap from the platform landing and into the railway ditch where the tracks are lain. And land, both feet squarely planted ankle-deep in a thick river of human shit. Oh, India. Oh, India



Missing home,
andy