The End of the Road
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After two days of touring rock-hewn churches in the New Jerusalem of King Lalibela, we pack up and leave, weary of tourism and god. Along the dusty road to the airport, a small boy waves a handmade cross, unfurled condoms hanging from the arms.
a beggar presses her child
to the window
Note: Reprint from Bob Lucky, Ethopian Time, 2014.