The window shade is stuck in the down position.
Why does a blind person need a window shade?
The hotel wants to know.
“I’m not an exhibitionist,” I tell them.
But of course I am always a symbol.
The staff in the dining room seems frightened when they see me and the guide dog.
“I’m just a strange citizen, passing through,” I think to say.
In this I am no different from Walt Whitman or you or you or you.
Nira, my guide dog is happy wherever she goes.
What a teacher she is!
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 