It was a good introduction. I arrived in Poznan, Poland, by train from Berlin and after a day of travel originating at 3 am in Istanbul, Turkey, I needed food. Polish “milk bars” define no-frills eating, as if your high school cafeteria was redesigned without all that fancy decor.
Amidst oppressive heat and poverty, some amazing stories of heroic work by healthcare workers in the Jaitpur area of Delhi. While the film team was doing their thing, I watched…