If you are the typical Western visitor to such a country, moving from one affordable luxury to the next, do you have the patience to encounter this scent, to be troubled by its wonder and not just its offense?
And if you are the typical international development practitioner—a mid-grade tourist paid a handsome salary to distribute money and surveys—do you transcend the visitor's expediency? Can you muster a respect for the dignity of the periphery, no matter how it smells, beyond an accounting of the dollar signs and data points stamped on wounded heads?
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