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| Stories From Nepal |
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| Amp Pipal Hospital |
| I’d last seen my two porters as we crossed the old airfield beside the river. After meeting me off the truck in Turture, |
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| Truck Stop |
| As we were winding our way down 4 hours of snake-like dirt roads that clutched the hillsides of Salyan district on our way back |
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| Beena and Naani |
| Soon after I arrived at Shoba’s house, she led me upstairs to a small room. I sat in a chair and waited. It was a corner room and its two windows each opened |
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| Sir Ed |
| In January, a man named Ang Rita Sherpa came to my office to introduce me to a Nepalese medical student. The student’s name was |
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| Such a Good Boy |
| That night in the Emergency Room, the area around the doctors’ desk was hot and crowded. Some people were trying |
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