Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Straight to the Top
Namgay thinks parts of Tennessee look like India. I don't see it. Exotic is a relative word. When we came to the US in 2007, we lived near Adams, Tennessee for a while, and we'd take walks on the little one lane roads that wound around the tobacco fields. Namgay kept his eyes on the sky. He was intrigued by the vapor trails jets made in the late afternoon when it was sunny. He counted them. It was probably the first time in his life he'd been able to see so much sky. "Look at that," he'd say, pointing to a particularly high up jet, so high it was barely visible. Just a pointed dot, a punctuation, with a white tail. "There are people up there. They're drinking tea and shitting."