The air tasted burnt as I left my hotel, the sun raging down for many hours had left its mark. Its suprising I could tell, I feel like I have inhaled enough dust to kill a large horse. People will say that he or she will return to dust. Its less interesting when already feel like your body and lungs are dust dust and more dust.
Dinner at stall 114. Not bad, not great. The men are very pushy, when they grabbed my arm to try and force me to sit at their stall it was to much. I snapped back having had my personal space invaded. After that I just glared them down from a distance as they even started to approach me calling out to me "my friend... My friend".
Another saw me with my camera out and demanded money. He tried to grab my camera. I remember in milan they would get in your way with the birdseed to attract the birds when you took photos of the duomo, and then demanded money.
So far I have only witnessed kindness without money being asked for or involved one time, from the neighbor of my riad. It is unfortunate that has been my experience here. The children are the worst.
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