Friday, February 24, 2017
In Uganda you could travel five miles and be in a different world, one whose tribe spoke an alien language and worshipped unfamiliar gods, where the people eyed you with a hostility and suspicion bordering on hatred. In the United States, by contrast, you could travel a thousand miles and go to the same convenience stores and watch the same TV shows. Not only did everyone speak the same language, they greeted you with the same bland smile and the same injunction to have a nice day.
-John Brant, The Boy Who Runs, The Odyssey of Julius Achon