Yesterday was an unprecedented, stunningly brutal heat. It was either oppressive humidity or pollution that was visibly white-obscuring the pavilions. In Colombia you had to watch a video in a small room with no windows or cooling, chockablock, before entering. The room became an anxiety-inducing oven while it broadcast a short film on coffee and rainforests and hand-woven cloth. more interesting than the film was the fact that when you breathed in, your lungs squeezed together with the feeling that there was no oxygen in the cloud of wetness you just inhaled. It was like dry drowning and panic. I looked towards the way out and was about to tell hank that I was going to pass out when the pavilion doors opened.
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