Jasin
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I saw a man in Katmandu He had no eyes, they were taken out. He had no nose, it was cut off He had no ears, they were cut off too. He had no fingers, cut off. He had no tongue, taken out.
He could not see, smell, hear, touch-feel or taste-talk. His life, day in - day out, was to sit by the side of the road in a little humpy of rags someone built for him and 'beg' for food and water, never money. I wondered, when I just stared at him from next to my paid tourist guide, who - like others, brought Tourists to come and see this man. Would he know how old he was, how long he had been like this, would he care what year it was??? Has he lost another sense, to time? I discharged my guide, who reluctantly went, for bringing me to this man. I waited a few minutes and then moved towards the bowl of the beggar man, pulled my pants down and bent to drop a dirty curry-induced bog-log in his bowl. He felt the bowl vibrate from the drop against his ankles and he immediately bent his head down to eat face first into the bowl. He could not smell the crap he was falling towards, nor could he taste it as he swallowed. He rose and his face was covered and smeared with faeces. He ate poo! I was horror struck! How could he - do such a terrible thing? What drove him to commit such madness? Eventually I settled, as I watched him lip-clean the bowl and thought - well, lucky for him, I didn't have a gun or I would have shot him dead.
Moral of the story: Star Gleise is the Bullet
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