
There is a Continent Outside My Window: Seven Observations from the Outside Looking In
Emmanuel Greenberg ‘15, Jagori Grameen Fellow
It is unusually cold today. The bright sun is here but the air has yet to catch up. I walk out the large metal gate in front of my rented flat and my eyes fall on the piles of brick, concrete, and sand in front of me. The piles are not separated by material. There are bricks stuffed in the sand and dirt running through the slate tiles. The group of workers are a bustling of bodies—men, women, and children—haphazardly assembling the building in progress.

“A More Onerous Citizenship”: Exploring Health, Community, and Sickness in Rural India
Emmanuel Greenberg ‘15, Jagori Grameen Fellow
Susan Sontag writes that all people hold dual citizenship, “in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick.” For the first time in my life I have been able to use my passport and enter into the kingdom of the sick, if only as a visitor.