SEWA Hariyali Project Log/Journal: April 15-21

I’m not sure how four days have passed.  One was lost to United Airlines, who lost my luggage, my connecting flight, and my sanity.  One was lost to the Lansdowne Hotel, an illustrious tribute to white privilege and expensive breakfast.  One was lost to the time zones, the black holes of that fourth dimension. The fourth, however, is difficult to place.  Maybe it was spent in sleep, dreaming of the adventure to come.  Or in …