When I visited Amanda in Hyderabad back in 2006, I had my «poverty tourist» moments — being shocked by the slums, throwing up all the time, taking an absurd amount of photographs, crying like a baby when the rickshaw driver ripped us off — but Amanda never looked down her nose at me or chided my efforts, even though a few weeks before she had held a dying little girl in her arms and a few weeks later she would severely burn
her leg on a motorbike.