The pain they describe is unfathomable—and the mental temptation is to imagine that the people who endure it are somehow fundamentally different from me. Maybe, somehow, they just don’t feel things like I do. Maybe they expect less, care less, hope for less, want less, or need less. But painfully, over time, I have seen that they are exactly like me—and what Yuri endured on that mattress or what Lucila endured in her 12-hour bus climb up the Andean mountains was in no way easier for them because they are poor.
Cannot forget this
