I feel so damn dirty and guilty when I can’t hear her pain anymore. I am her soul sister, it is my duty, so I hang on. I hang on, then hang up, and want to puke it all out for a cleanse; it so very hard to imagine the world that she lives in.
I have been away from here most of my life, and coming back and seeing people in constant fear, pictures of dead bodies every day in the newspapers, the harassment in the streets, the machismo, sexism so raw and alive, corruption and injustice multiplying, stray cats and dogs, all the poverty, ...