My day in the Brothel- The Walk through
In case that I forgot that I was in a third world country, the internet went out at the hostel we were staying in, once we arrived in Kolkota. And without an Indian phone number we have been searching ever since.
So a little delayed, but here are parts 4 and 5.
I was gathering my belongings.
I was ready to return home- to my hostel. I felt light headed and drained. John, cocked his head to the side as he watched me,
“Do you still want to walk through the brothel?” Continue reading