We went to visit a friend for lunch, then visited another friend in Bhatti (in the old city). Kristeen said her goodbyes to friends as we had to relatives days ago. I needed to print out her ticket information. Sometimes simple tasks like this can be very challenging. I had put a pdf file on a usb and thought I’d print it whenever we were near a print shop. No one I know has a printer.So, in the evening, while visiting our friend Mohsin and his family, I walked with his brother all around Bhatti, Mochi and Lohari gates of the walled city. Shops were closed or without electricity. One shop had a printer, but no paper. So we walked down several lanes and picked up a couple of sheets of paper, then head back to the shop. After much struggle, the guy could not get his printer to print. The shop was rather odd. I don’t see how anyone can earn a living from it. There was a lot of garbage in the shop including discarded plastic wrap from soda bottles. There was a freezer with soda bottles and a pile of sodas outside of it. There were all kinds of odd, random bits of things amid the dusty garbage. There were a few cel phone chargers and headphones, as well as dusty, empty boxes for electronics. A cannibalized security camera without a casing hung from the ceiling, but it is doubtful that it worked. Outside the shop was a beat up looking soft ice cream machine. Inside, three young men sat around behind the counter, surfing the net, looking at their phones and just hanging out.After that, we decided to forget about printing it. Sitting with Mohsin and his family was nice. His mother is so loving. She treats Kristeen like her own daughter. We had some nice daal and rice at her place and our friend Mohsin is slowly getting better after injuring his eye. On the way out, one of Mohsin’s brothers helped us negotiate a good rate with a taxi van outside Lohari. He even dropped us home so he would know where to get us in the morning.