Saturday, April 28, 2012

It was a perfect place for waiting

"On the third floor, there was a room full of windows facing the village and beautiful rice fields. It was a perfect place for waiting. Nobody was bothering us, even though the house was busy. Robin offered us fresh lemonade. It was delicious. I drank my cup and Roberto’s. I had to go to the toilet very often. Climbing steep stairs was supposed be good for me, according to Robin." (from Memoirs of a Singing Birth) — at Nyuh Kuning, Bali.

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