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decreaseMin awoke to the dawn of the rest of her life. She was to be at the airport by six.
The inscrutable good-bye yesterday to the women in the massage joint. Chuli who she had known for years and others less dear. Her younger sister too.
They hadn’t even cried together over the Norwegian Visa in her passport.
This was no soap.
Ben, their youngest sister, already lived in Hong Kong. She had got out ok.
The place where she worked was winding down. In its heyday there were thirty girls, by now a sad five.
Never again those Saturday nights kept awake by the robustious Molam concerts held behind the curious round building near Suk 69
Neither the absurd opprobrium of the lady boys hanging on the corner of her apartment’s Soi when she got home late at night.
Who was Sven?
Would she send enough money home?
She was far too old for this to be a mistake.
And did the Buddha understand her economies with the truth?
Still your heart.
Everything is perfect.
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October 3, 2007, 19:03
"She was far too old for this to be a mistake."
A wonderful line.
My own life has been a rolling trainwreck of financial terror. It has demeaned me. Now as I dress to go to work in a company of liars and corruption I feel little different than this third world woman. Too much time has gone by now and I will probably spend the rest of my life making the wrong choices with limited options.
I wish Min luck. I wish me luck. I don't believe it will happen for either of us.