Calcutta is an incredibly filthy place. Teaming with humanity it embodies every element of third world under development you might expect from a country containing a third of the world’s chronically poor.  Masala is rolled for curry on a stone board inches away from a sewage gutter, people shit openly at the curbside. Folk sleep in the most uncomfortable positions such as on rickshaws or curbs beside diesel belching trucks and wandering cows. To visit Calcutta is to become human in the most undignified way, because unless you are travelling in a glass bubble, there is no way you can deny the humanity and the way life will assault you on every level.

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