An aspect of the servant team experience here in Buenos Aires is washing our clothes by hand, as part of radical identification with the poor. My family has a washing machine, so they just think it's super weird, but I have benefited from it. This photo is an expression of what is most important to wash. This was after two weeks of being here. After four weeks, I did finally wash my three pairs of jeans, five t-shirts, and pajamas. I'm not necessarily a super clean person back home, but I think my standards are reaching an all new low.
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