Safety

The Chinese police officer told me not to pull my pants down. My right thigh was purple and the steak- sized bruise swelled and tightened my pant leg. I wanted them to see the aftermath after a man attacked me with a tree branch about as thick as the thickest part of a baseball bat. My right elbow was already severely swollen and barely movable. I wanted to pull my pants down so the eight police officers staring and laughing at me could see the evidence. ...

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. ...

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. ...