HELP FROM UNEXPECTED SOURCES
We ten hungry Americans grabbed food at a French street cafe just as it was closing down. An hour later, stomachs churning, we decided we needed to find the hotel where our luggage had been delivered and dig out our medicine kits. The luggage was there, but the rooms were full. A sweating tour guide handed us a scrawled address and called cabs to take our group (nine high school students and a teacher) to another hotel. One of the students had already begun the vomiting. We had no time to question, no time to complain, no time to demand. Directors could have grabbed cameras and made a movie to remember at the site of the second hotel. There was shabby background, obvious clientele, red lights in windows blinking off and on. The logic in my brain said: We should leave this place. You could be sued, cut out of teaching forever. But the churning action of my stomach said:…
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