'My car developed a flat tire when I was driving home from the Club. When I got out of the car to check it, a Suzuki van stopped and three men got out. A cyclist pulled over beside me. A fruit seller walked across the street toward me. I knew why they stopped, I knew what they were going to do. They told me to sit back in the car, with the air conditioning on. It was a hot, sticky day. They changed the tire foe me, and then they all left. It was exactly the sort of thing you’d expect unknown men to do in Karachi.' - Kamila Shamsie, Kartography
Posted on: Thu, 22 Aug 2013 11:02:44 +0000
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