It's 6am and Viru's whispering at my window, startling me from my snooze. (I should just get up when the alarm sounds. Dozing makes me stupid and groggy.) Anyway, I've taken a room in Patna's family guesthouse with Nina and Simone, the the two German girls I met on the bus, who are right down the hall. I've bequeathed them my precious Nina Simone mixed CD. How could I resist? My window faces the front porch where Patna's daughter studies during the day, patiently sounding out English words, and her father sleeps at night on a thin roll-away mattress. Leaving my room, I carefully step over her brother, fast asleep on the floor in front of my door, and head for the loo where I smack my head on the doorway again! That's the third time.
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