It was not all romantic. I did not have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for 5 cents, to buy food and go for 7 miles across town every Sunday night, once a week to eat normally at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of, from what I’ve come across, following my curiosity and intuition, turned out to be priceless later.
Fundamentally it is a political transformation of this sort that is required for a poor society to become rich.