Following the second
go - around and discussion of forty - five
minutes the two groups get together
in a single
circle to talk about what they have been hearing from each other.
Ania and I
went to buy bread and
in one block's distance we saw about 15 tales of insanity, drug abuse and poverty: a homeless man with one leg shooting up on the pavement; an old women dragging 50 filthy plastic bags, vomiting into the sewer grate; five tranny hookers sitting
in a hotel stairwell, wearing nothing but g - strings, making cat calls at the passing traffic; a crackhead walking
in circles, talking out loud to no one
in front of a fruit stand; little boys, none older than 11, all huffing shoe glue out of black plastic bags to get a 10 -
minute high; and a group of plump ladies sorting through garbage
in the street, looking for old produce that can be re-bagged and re-sold at discount prices.