a few months later we accidentally dug her up. she was still alive. very thin, but otherwise not really upset at having been buried alive starving to death for months alone in the dark. she seemed fine, emotionally, other than having decided against the whole being buried alive thing. i wondered if she previously had an adverse reaction, screaming and so on, but we just didn't hear her, and now she had come to accept her fate and yet was pleasantly surprised at her good fortune.
i called 911 for two ambulances. i don't remember who the other one was for. i remember thinking the other person probably didn't need an ambulance, and wondering if i would get in trouble, and who would have to pay for the ambulance if i called it accidentally. the guy on the 911 line told me to stay on the line, but once i got distracted by those thoughts i hung up without thinking. i was happy to see the ambulance pulling in for poor karen though.
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i somehow convinced my parents to come traveling with me. we went to dharamsala, which was a small island in the middle of what looked like a river on the map but was actually an ocean. india looked alot like siberia once we got there, the people were all dressed in russian clothes.
we were in the hotel lobby, i smiled at a chinese man, and he said "i speak english". i said "i was just smiling", as if he had insulted me.
the island was beautiful. there were breaking waves along the cliffy shores, and actually a clear green glacier dipping into the ocean. the glacier was lit from below by spotlights under the ocean, so it glowed. it looked amazing.
we ran into the production crew from one of those action adventure shows. the premise was that a young boy would brave the elements and swim across the cold choppy water to get to the island. i was very worried about him. the waves pounded against the cliffs very forcefully.
i suggested to my parents that we go see the taj mahal the next morning.
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