in which i am surprised

This afternoon I accidentally walked into a room where a Afghani woman had raised her burqa for identification purposes. We made eye contact briefly before I dropped my eyes and retreated. It felt so odd; she was the one exposed but I was the one who felt embarrassed, despite my being a woman: it felt like walking in on an intimate moment, which I suppose in one way I had.

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