Аз ҷониби Кортни Ҳаррелл | University Communications

It was 9:30 соати, an hour after the Дармонгоҳ Dawn had already closed, when David Choi and his fellow volunteers saw her: an elderly woman in a nightgown and slippers making her way down Dayton Street. Her foot and knee were bleeding, she didn’t understand English, and she had no idea who she was or where she was going.