Late January 2008

            Living in a foreign culture we are introduced to constant stream of mysteries.  People step around certain objects instead of stepping over them.  Locals move their hands in a prescribed way when exchanging gifts.  There are always fresh cut flowers and a garland of marigolds around a picture of an ancestor.  A stick of incense is burnt for protection before the Taxi pulls away.  The driver barely watches the road because he is so busy talking to us.  The neighbors show up unannounced at any hour and expect us to do the same in return.  A woman rubs a stripe of red powder into the part of her hair every morning.  People say they are full but hold their plate up for more food.  One thought propels us, “There is something behind all this.  I want to understand why.”

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