Carl Sandburg asked:
Who shall speak for the people?
Who shall speak for the people?
Who has the answers?
Where is the sure interpreter?
Who knows what to say?
At every juncture, I feel inadequate. For each "Nameste," the friendly faces reveal no signs of the hardships. In every child's eyes, eagerness overshadows hunger. The teachers cling to me with questions; they have more answers than I. The village people show connections born out of history, culture, dependancy, spiritualism, determination and inclusiveness. They surely wonder about the people wrapped in a materialism that they will never know, yet they show no signs of the envy we are often defined by.
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