Big Macs and Small Mouths
I had no idea what to expect. I had seen plenty of footage online, but this was the kind of thing you had to attend to really come to terms with it. I don’t remember doing anything else that day, I must have slept in on purpose. The train ride out there was half an hour, so I gave myself another thirty minutes to cover the walking distance. It was July, and 30℃, so I barely threw on a tank top and shorts. Bare skin central. Tossed in my tote bag were my phone, wallet, keys, and book. The organizers suggested we bring as many liters of water as possible but since this was my first time, I swung by the corner store next to the metro stop and bought two 50ml bottles. I read the entire ride there, trying to forget where I was going. I almost missed my stop. When I did get off, I found myself standing in front of the faregate, which kept regurgitating my metro card back at me. I figured I had three options. Turn around, cross the train tracks, and head back home. Jump over the turnstile and