 | At around seven, it wasn't dark anymore, the mother of the family offered me some tea. I felt so uncomfortable coming to a new family owned casa and vomiting there all night, but I was really sick.
We begin to talk about 'we' and 'they', which makes us partly discriminating. As a whole, I guess that all of us have some predispositions, but the difference is, that some know how to supress it.
We started to look for other options and found the Salvation Army Boot lodge, which had much larger rooms for half the price. The second and third night we would stay there before moving on. |
