I walk past Shar-e-Naw Park, enjoying curious sights. A vendor selling various fowl, exhausted ducks in the bottom cage, scrawny chickens in the middle and two pissed-off hawks on top. I am a target for beggars. My style was at first apologetic, patient, empathetic, but today I largely ignore them. A brief gesture, a wave …

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