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Date: 23 August 2015.
Location: train from Edinburgh Waverly to London Kings Cross.
How far away I am now from Muttar Pradesh and its claustrophic sleeper car trains, bodies packed three high under scratchy blankets, filled with station-vendor samosas, all of us wishing we didn’t to need to go to the train ‘bathroom’ but powerless against India’s force of on our bowels, the sweaty night air rushing in from open windows. 688 more words