Pavlo stumbled, swaying, down the aisle between the men to the back of the bus where the stench was even more intense. The source was a plywood plank in the floor with a hole cut in the middle and human waste sloshing around in a tank below. Right next to the splashing sewage sat a water dispenser, a stack of Dixie cups, and two cardboard boxes of Oscar Mayer Lunchables, the same snacks Pavlo had lovingly packed in his sons' school bags in his old life.
