The Curry Diary entry #4 - Goodmorning Mumbai

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Three months have gone by that I been living in Mumbai. The living here is not easy as you friends have said it would be but I am still struggling. I finally have a bed which is very good but I wash my sheets everyday and still wake up with brown shit stains. This was not big issue back home in dirt hut and I cannot lie I miss my old life more each day. There are still many of goats for my pleasure here, but I miss Oti’h. That is family goat back home. Father writes me that she is well and still getting dicked down and making the good sour milk—for this I am jealous. I work as a street cleaner now and sometimes find nice expensive things but it is mostly poop in the streets. I have seen them doing it too while I clean it is always white foids shitting on ground in street. I beg them to stop but they laugh and call me Mumbai dog. Dear friends I know things will get better I have to keep trying right? It’s not like I’m cursed to a horrible life because I was born ugly and smell bad and am balding and 5’9 I will find a good white goddess I just have to keep lying to myself and everyone else about my well being to cope with my inner hatred