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2013 Feb 26, 8am. I was woken by loud mechanical noise. This is rural India. There's no garbage collection! F*ck! I rushed out of my hotel hut, and there it was. A bulldozer working its way down our street, one by one knocking shops and houses down, escorted by 30 policemen. Their excuse? They need to widen the road.
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