what i like.

This city is always, always alive, from the time I wake up, to the time I fall asleep

Burning-hot coffee served in little tin cups

Hot in the sun, cool in the shade

My children notice the cows and the doggies and the tractors, not the trash and the sewage and the smog

Auto drivers who don’t try to charge more than the meter rate

What I don’t like

Dogs and rats mangled on the side of the road

Air so dry my throat is always parched

Auto drivers who think I’ll pay three times the meter rate because I’m a foreigner

Our clothes smell a little off after hanging outside to dry

There is no canned chicken broth to be had in this city