|The view from ASV, the road towards Bangalore city centre|
In about 1980 I remember being sent to a strange place. I was a medical student, and we were often sent to strange places - from theatres where the surgeons wore space suits and do operations by remote control to rural GP surgeries with afternoon tea and linen table cloths; from rooms where babies are born to rooms where corpses are dismembered. This one was even more different, though.
|The entrance to ASV - created by the community, of course|
|The neighbours - mid monsoon season|
|Father Hank Nunn, November 2003|