As I've mentioned previously, the study site I worked in was beyond the Peace Corps Line. It was beyond the Blender Line. And it was beyond the Beer Line. Out here in this arguably very remote area, we were never short of remoteness. Every year the study site become more and more remote, as roads deteriorated, air strips grew over, bridges became more and more questionable. Over the previous decades there had been more of a missionary presence in this area, but the missionaries had withdrawn and now only passed occasionally down the ribbon of mud we laughingly referred to as the "road."
One day a rabid dog appeared out of nowhere, bit three or four goats, killed my cat, and bit six people.
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One day a rabid dog appeared out of nowhere, bit three or four goats, killed my cat, and bit six people.
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