taking us to a preparation room. “here you are,” she says handing us some papers. “these are the questions she will ask you.” after thirty-two minutes waiting, we meet the hostess of the segment where our special report will air tonight. she walks up to us, looks up and down each of us and smiles like a spider looking at its prey. “it’s so good to meet you,” she says. “have you taken a look?” she asks pointing to the paper with the questions.
“please,” i say. “don’t do this for yourself. do it for the people like you, for your parents… for me.” he looks down to the ground. i 