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I’ve followed Lebanese families off a train and into their Beirut apartment for meals they invited me to. I’ve been kidnapped from a taxi in Ranchi so a friend’s parents, who found out I had arrived there, could throw me a 30 dishes for breakfast, breakfast. I’ve lived in the old clay skyscrapers in Sana’a with a local family who fed me saltah and ful for days.

I send it back into the world by feeding people anywhere and everywhere I can, too.