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would drag them around airports, hotels and restaurants making a show of them.
The infants looked pathetic, like freaks. The siblings would become “beggars,” and
foreigners, feeling sorry for them, would give them donations. If the infants died,
the family members placed the body in a large water bottle, and the siblings would

sit next to the bottle begging for rupees. This is how they made money. Often,
periodically, I would give them a few rupees because I felt sorry for them, and if
my distributor, Mr. Gandhi, saw me, he would chew me out saying I was
contributing to their existence.

Mr. Avinash Gandhi, distributor for India, was the owner of Jayantil J. Gandhi
Corporation and Pyloff Packaging Pvt., Ltd. He was very wealthy by Indian
standards. He had seven children in private schools, three automobiles, and a lot of

hired help at his home - drivers, cooks and maids. I think I counted 15 servants
during one visit for dinner. He was also a very committed Hindu vegetarian. When
Mr. Gandhi came to our apartment in Hong Kong for dinner, he informed me very
politely that our maid had to use pots and pans that had never had meat cooked in
them. Sue rolled with the punches and was very accommodating. She told our maid
not to worry about it. We would order his favorite dishes from a local Indian

restaurant, and she could just reheat them later. The food was “secretly” delivered
to our back door next to the kitchen where Mr. Gandhi would never know it. We
had a great meal with hearty libation.

In India, we had to wash all our fruits and vegetables in a purple dye; we also had
to avoid ice cubes and water. The water had harmful bacteria because so much of
the fertilizer was from human waste. I made the mistake one time of not properly

washing the fruit, and I had the tropical trots for a week. It really got me; I was so
sick – completely dehydrated – weak and immobile. However, I continued to work,
conducting all the meetings and trainings.

Because India was growing, Dow Corning built a finishing materials plant there,
and we shipped basic compounds to it. There we emulsified, diluted and created

some proprietary blends and repacked them into smaller containers. Our business
took off; it grew rapidly and massively, and, of course, helped Mr. Gandhi to
become one of the super wealthy. We did it again! We did it for all of them!

After my four-year tenure in Hong Kong, Dow Corning asked me to relocate to
India for another four years. The company would provide me a car, a driver, two or

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