Our legs dragged as we approached the traditional Indonesian restaurant, known as a warung, at the end of the street. Smokey grey fumes swirled from…
As I exit the back of the restaurant to walk to find the bathroom, he begins to follow me. Continuously giving me directions, he edges…
“You are sick, you are weak; this will make you feel better.” Phani handed me a bottle of whiskey. Personally, I thought he was overreacting….
Imagine you are in a small Indonesian village with no refrigeration. The butcher stands on the side of a dusty road with a large cage…
