The city was dark, the roads a mess. Homes with one rooms, most lit with just a candle, and with tin sheets nailed to mud walls. Streets not only carried commuters during daylight, but they doubled as sewage dumps at all times. Trash cluttered any semi-grassy area, and no playgrounds were in sight. Children walked around unclothed, and without shoes.
Stacie looked at her surroundings, and with the passing of each second, the more her feelings of discomfort and distrust rose. At nineteen years of age, Stacie had never left the comforts of her home in the United States.