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I lived in Budapest for a summer in the late-nineties. When I think back on my summer of interning at the Regional Environmental Center for Central and Eastern Europe, the palachinka and porkolt aren’t what first comes to mind but rather a punch, bruised eye, broken glasses and me attempting to sprint while wearing sandals. I left a dinner party at a colleague’s house one Saturday evening then caught a bus around eleven thirty in a central part of the city. ...

Trekking the Annapurna Circuit in Nepal back in 2007, I often encountered children from the nearby villages yelling “pens, pens” when we crossed paths. I thought, well that’s better than “sweets, sweets” which was a common refrain while backpacking through Latin America and Southeast Asia. I would read in guidebooks that the en vogue recommendation of that time was to give children useful tools such as pens for schoolwork rather than the dental bulldozer of candy. ...

Wandering around Badami,a village in the State of Karnataka, India, I walked through a dusty street filled with women running errands along the backdrop of small one room shops. An old lady was leading or was being followed by six or so straggly dogs. The dogs were thin and had scars all over their bodies that appeared almost tattoo-like. It was impossible not to notice them and I veered off to the side of the street and continued on my way. ...